First night

Dew-kissed halos
And honeysuckle melodies
Encircle the two unlikely heroes
The young, green pessimist
And the handsome idealist
Entwined in first-night surprise
And whiskey lullabies
Fingers entwined in hair
Heads laid to bare breasts
The newness of firsts
And healing of renewal
Songs are the currency of vulnerabilities
Hands held early
Steal hearts while they haven’t had the time to catch
Up
Falling into down and strong arms
Looks that taste like promise
Even the cynic basks in gold leaf

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