Like Mother Earth she left behind
The untouched chalice of her silence
For him to fill with words
Of which she purged the ones that hurt
and nurtured those which helped their love survive.
Sweet nonsense dialogues
entwined with those forever pledges;
Clipped soft murmurs
from lips, red buds in bloom with hot desire
keen fingers guide hands to hold each other and
the lifelong marriage vows.
under the swaying canopy of rain from heaven.
Watch out now,
Like arches, their paths split clean along their earthy way
Only to leap-loop again together, high up
into the pure azure
That sends floods into the chalice,
the chalice that will soothe their souls,
each time they float around- above their Wedding Garden.
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