A draft of a wedding vow
Spun silk of mercy,
and when it's late and the cold
is biting you in the ass,
you might think that love is just a matter
of leaping out of the boiling toil of yourself
and into the fire of someone else.
Breaking news baby: †
Love is a little more complicated than that.
Itís more like trading the two hares
who might be hiding in that bush
for the one you are not holding in your hand.
Let us be clear about something.
Love is not as simple as getting up
on the wrong side of the bed †
on another's clothes.
itís more like the way the pen feels †
after it has defeated the sword.
Itís a little like the penny saved †
or the nine dropped stitches.
You look at me through the halo †
of the last ring light
and tell me love is an ill wind
that has no turning, †
a road that blows no good,
but I am here to remind you,
as our shadows tremble on the walls,
that love is the early bird †
who is better late than never.