that are made up of indian summer nights with pink and purple skies-- and iridescent wax paper, and when you kiss me in our dark new kitchen, (in the corner with the cabbage roses)-- the way you ponder the heavens and (even more fervently) the earth,
only to realize why
life is beautiful
in the first place--
I want you beautiful girls to write the poetry and passages that will be read at my wedding. I couldn't have it any other way. I need two short sonnets, and two longish poems. About love and tragedy, sadness and sorrow and beauty and things tinged in gold. Boa feathers dripping with happiness and strung with pearls. Would you? Could you?
You would be a part of my wedding. I will videotape it and you will be able to see how your beautiful words (written especially for me) impact my whole entire life.
If you'd like to, email it to me or just write it in the comments. I want you all to be there. In spirit and in words.
Your beautiful words.
Once all these wedding things are behind me, I will be a better blog friend, I promise! (i promise!)
to all of you-- I love you for ever and ever, until the sun makes his final golden-red parade behind the mountaintops--