Wedding Wings: Hymenoptera
The thought of weddings brings a joy to some,
The brides and grooms in white and black, perhaps
To mothers of the brides. Joys overcome
The nagging doubts, but joys tend to lapse.
Among the guests the odd one here and there
Remembers moments when the secret parts
Of bride or groom, a slippiness with hair
Between the thighs, was given to the hearts
Of this or that acquaintance who had been
A lover in the past. These memories pain
These lovers slightly, harshly, with a keen
Or blunted ache. But they have left a stain.
These recollections hover in the wings
Of nave of chancel and produce their stings.
~ Phillip Whidden