Timoshenko Aslanides Poems

Whether or not a priest or celebrant's involved,
the couple that truly weds still marries itself;
everyone else is there for fashion, the forms-of-words,
consumption of cake and far too much champagne.
...

In discerning you from a distance with such ease,
I identify myself; grey bark, peeling in patches
like the skin which sometimes flakes from around the neck
of even a hybrid like me. Your burn, though,
...

I'm quite a handsome fellow, actually,
Even if I do say so myself, but you know
Camping out one night,
...