Prerequisite To A Ceremony~ Poem by Aria Ligi

We are flush up to our knees in the downy dew
Of silks, satins and heavy brocades
So much finery flowering within dimpled cheeks
Does he notice my neck leaning in
To kiss that small region so soft and delicate?
How it rains diaphanous tears
That pull and divide tender skin

His cries are like a babe's
Loud, unabating and lacking reason
He has known no other so like a child is he
His hands have held the crop and welded locks
But they have never turned the key.