Two languages twisting in air

Wrapping you

Religious words through compromise

 

Gold dangles at your earlobe

Jenny

Stolen smiles between the two of you

 

Sniff and a rustle for tissues.

Net stretches, bending bodies

Hands swollen

 

Nervous, a shove, a push, a giggle

Blessed by mothers

The back of your neck bends elegantly

 

We flirt with tears

Some more successfully than others

Petals and confetti pelted at you swirl softly about your bodies.

 

Pillar like

Imposingly beautiful, strong.

Tartan and lace catching like velcro

 

Woven but not bound

Richard

A photographer stands on a ladder

 

Freckles wink through fine netting

Vintage volvo but no tin cans

Pickled fish and haggis  

 

You are different now

But no different to the people

in that small London flat.

 

“Freedom in small things

Unity in major matters

And love in all things”