In Memory Wording For Wedding Programs

And the word became flesh
and lyrics were bones on the verbs
silence
plucked skin boats sailed a sea of \u200b\u200bnaked
waves defined as a body was on turning
night was the night
taking possession of
days when ships arrived from another world
and conquest had begun between pavers
hair shadows had landed on the unnamed
island acquired the name of an angel without wings
the form of a one night
groan when the words were
balances water and skin, skin again, the big question, the answer
Stoic rhetoric
look for poetry that germinated in a second almost clandestine
where a poet born in the mast of a paper boat, and
man, this writer, moody
revived the little death of a poem and the blood of some enthusiasm.