She wanted a Wedding, but not a Marriage. ( Tale of a Woman)

Music fades in the background, the show is over.

Curtains have been drawn as the last drunk guest

fidgets in between tables to make his way out.

Empty wine classes and napkins are all that’s left in

the quiet room as the light flicker summoning reality.

Hand in hand, with her husband.

Dumb stuck like a stranger, her face pale.

Surge of emotions in her system.

Mixed Feelings of anxiety and happiness winding up her insides.

The crippling caress of reality, after fantasy fades.

She wanted a wedding, but not a marriage.

The ceremony was long and beautiful.

Like a fairy tale, she looked angelic in

silk and satin, pieces of ribbon and lace.

While he looked sexy and handsome in that fine tux.

Pieces of ribbons to match her beautiful gown,

delicate boning accentuating shimmer and shire.

A crown to match for a Queen in an expensive white dress,

eyes welled with joy and glee.

Feeling like an euphoric wave rising high in a rhythm

of love as they exchanged their vows and kissed.

Compliments from the guests, for a beautiful couple.

An expensive setting at the reception as

she dined on the finest, swirled on the dance floor with her

husband. Stares of admiration, jealousy and appreciation

for a couple so amazing and in love.

But deep inside, the knives of reality dug into her flesh.

She wanted a wedding, but not a marriage.

Side by side walking with her husband.

A struggling smile in between speeches.

A ratchet look accentuated with diamonds and lace.

A fight between freckles and cheek bones

adorned with layers and layers of makeup.

An external facade well hidden in a smile,

wrapped with pretense and fantasy.

The curtains closed one last time,

the guests say their goodbyes.

Well wishes wrapped in words of praise and advice,

Hugs and kisses from family and friends,

goodbyes almost so emotional.

She belongs to him now.

All the expensive glitter for the day she needed has faded,

A beautiful wedding ceremony it was,

closing as an epithelium on their nuptial night, beckoning reality.

He is excited, she is anxious and nervous.

She wanted a day of bliss, he wants a lifetime of bliss and companionship.

The bells of marriage.

©FloetryC 2015

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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