ODE TO EPITHALAMIUM by Erin Jines
Rejoice in this union.
Leave this city
of old.
Go forth,
clasping heart to hand.
Prepare to begin
anew.
Press lips
to lust; Shred
the dress
borrowed.
Mirthful, the horizon.
Cast off
into the
blue.
//ww
Leave this city
of old.
Go forth,
clasping heart to hand.
Prepare to begin
anew.
Press lips
to lust; Shred
the dress
borrowed.
Mirthful, the horizon.
Cast off
into the
blue.
//ww