Sport 34: Winter 2006
Ceremony
Ceremony
I married a hidalgo
in a green towered church
at the port. The priest
measured our vows
in a smoky vial,
touched lips unclamped
with his forefinger
to quiet vibrations
uttered as chords.
Did we think blue
pigeon-toed on cold stone?
Then etched our name
into vellum
forearms straining
with the slow curve.
Outside, in the flowering
dusk, lost our way
dancing with salty arms
as the dark stained our tongues.