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Where the Winds Go, I Will Follow
A Prose Poem
honey sweet, the taste of you on my lips, while this day rings of happy endings even though we’re just a beginning in motion
the bells sing as we clasp hands, laughing as we run from the altar, so giddy we are to start this thing called a new life
but I feel the wind catch my hair and tangle my veil till the gauzy material takes to the air currents in one sweep
you just laugh and smooth my hair and say we don’t need the silly thing anyway
but I look to the distance, where I can just make out the veil as a loose canvas against the clouds
my mother told me things, that women like us weren’t supposed to be happy wives — that we were best to be the lovers of the elements, loose and wild like nature itself, and fairy tales were best left to the girls who would have been kidnapped by dragons instead of being the ones who could tame the beasts
“you are ours” — I hear the wind say in words I feel in my bones
you smile at me and have no idea, your earth-brown eyes too calm and far from the stirrings I can feel beneath my feet
your hand is no rock, no pillar born from powers centuries ago, but still I hold tight
