Merriment, Our Love Poem by Joe Bisicchia

And so it is, finally July 25.

Feel the tide arise like eyes arriving to a party,
and like Christmas lights strung the whole way
from street to stairs to all the way up here
to where the disco ball rotates above hardwood

and the ballroom somehow feels like something
maybe from an old black and white movie,
sans the ambiguous grays, and the lost olden days,
for this is our newlywed first dance and evergreen.

The prism stays when the charism is from within,
and we walk on water in love, this our first spin.
And I feel like every Adam ever did, loving Eve,
and thinking no one else ever could love like this.

And every day onward, so it is.
Just like Christmas.




Published in Edify Fiction,2017