It’s curled around a finger that you once called yours: That promise Like a glinting sliver of the moon. The silver slips ‘side satin when the needle Silver too Slides through and through and through ‘Til bridesmaids’ gowns are made. As knives and forks are laid And guests dressed to impress Almost make a mess Of the table design With red wine (I’m having white so it’ll be fine) – You’ll feel it then, anew: That sliver of moon. The metal warm inside his palm as he holds the hand that you once called yours. For by then, two half-moons will make a full. By then, together, he and you Will always be a Whole as Two. Two hands splayed, slivers on a single pillow, The full moon shining through darkest nights. Illuminated, forevermore.
Kayleigh and Dan
- "I was touched that we inspired this gorgeous piece."