Free verse № 136439
Toasting To Our Wedding Night
Everyone has a story,
Like a perfect murder
without reason, just a
perfect Thought for the
perfect occasion.
Perfectly in-love.
It doesn't require
anything except giving
as much as you can.
Even the memory of
gripping the
throat is eternal.
Hands rocked by the cold
serrated flesh dangling
like a graceful beauty;
awakened
to another eternity.
Even the silence of
the cold reminds me
of taking the last sip
of froth.
Like the Kiss of innocence;
You,
sipping and listening,
unveiling memories
of the time, that required
giving in
to the silence.
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