'Like A Wedding Day'

like a wedding day

a priest weeds out
all casual
associations

your chameleon eyes
turn the colour of
what you see

I
wake up alone
but not for the first time

with the words
subtly ringing in my
head

it is the words
I love
your name

I seize on that
like a
sanctuary

but around it
before the beginning
and after the end

the blankness of the
yellowing paper
gapes in fear

Jo Twist © 2004