Dancing with my Brother's Bride - Nov. 20, 2020

her chocolate cheek quivers

like the dying strings on a guitar

as it pulls away from mine

the curl of three fingers

covers her mouth

eyes pregnant and moist

Don’t cry I say to her

though my heart

wants to whisper

the world always welcomes

this kind of downpour

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