Blushing Bride—Benjamin
Moore-2086-40
By Maria Alvarez
She stands
French manicured fingers
Turning
The clear cut,
Cold, rock
A white, white dress
Around her
Uncorrupt…
It seems
Beautiful
Innocent
Outside doors
Open, close
Footsteps
Waiting,
Expectant
Love?
She wonders…
Allowing herself
To doubt
Just for
A heartbeat
She’ll be careful
The laughs,
Dinners,
Walks
Yes…
She loves
Choppy,
Brown hair,
White, skin
Beautiful:
Shaggy,
Dirty-Blonde hair
Tan…
Tan skin
Hazel, hazel eyes
She slips
He comes back
The Other
His eyes reading
Her’s…
His arms,
His hands
Serene
No
He cannot stay
He…
Cannot be
He…
He, is gone
Taken
Never to be seen
Or heard, or
Remembered
Pushes,
She does,
Him back,
Away,
In to limbo,
Lost
Hands touch hers
Place them
On someone’s arm,
They walk
The organs chimes,
Bittersweet
A march
Of life
Or death
Doors open,
Eyes rise
Her’s eluded
From behind the
Soft, smoggy veil
Two brown, brown
Eyes look back
She takes the plunge
Fearless…
Life or death
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