Ceremony                                                         

            On the occasion of the marriage of Charles Powell and Christopher Buck, 11 May 2013, in New York City

            Beyond our reach

            Despite the froth and frolic of our each-to-each

            My lover sneered

            Just gloriously loose, her limbs

            Seized into tautness 

            The eyes, now darkling adamant, 

            Rebuffed

            As if a consecration meant captivity

            Once-improvised embraces would enslave

            And kisses quench rather than swell our thirst 

            For one fearful moment I lifted my now-heavy hands 

            Above the tender being that had rebelled

            And turned my own eyes from the eyes that turned opaque

            To call upon the dancers of the sea

            My siren witnesses who reveled on the breakers in our sight

            And rode the tidal swells in ceremony

            Singing the circuit of the lunar night

 

            Gentle as gossamer she slowly circled me

            Again

            And freely as the sea within our reach 

            We, circling, we