Before The Wedding That man you’re standing next to…For so long I looked up to him like a god. You’re immured in conversation And when he smiles back at you now, my heart Skips, and not for him. Tonight I need armor to look at you; when I want To tell you how we should be together, no human Language comes out. I have known this feeling That warms, then scalds, me Before, when you and I touch: it’s the best And the worst— I’m brittle tin, I’m paler than drought grass, I shake, my eyes turn black, and I can’t see you Any more, and yet I do. I am going to survive this experience Even if it’s like coming back from the dead. Still, I wish I could be taking your hand now, though my Horns and tail …
