wedding morning walk

Daffodils brushing the windowpane are moist
sun’s lethargic at work
a gentle nibble at the outstaying mountain mist.
Dahlias by the rock unwrap a reluctant yawn
awakened by petulant honks afar
still, abode’s shadows refuse to seep over the trimmed lawn.
Fleet shoe taps pour down on the corridor
giggles of cousins out of the festooned car door.
Spruced up church in the valley, tick-tock on wall and cuckoo call
hasten my shower and all.
Then descends your perfumed fragrance
I know where you are
I slip into my room, there you are.
A smile, a laugh, a focused look,
mellowed expression and a cock-a-snook
- unnerved nor overawed by time.

We dreamed of marital bliss, planned a perfect means
here you are in my arms behind closed screens.
My fingers play on your face, my eyes pierce yours
mumbling words imprecise;
yet, you prefer not to speak, ignoring my intense peek.
My breath is hard on your tresses
untouchable they are, so it passes
and a knock on the door invades privacy
you bother not to see.
My fingers let go the dark cardboard flap.
It falls on you, fettering my craving view.
I slide your memories filled drawer in and stand up
for a walk down the smoggy green strips.
Hereafter, I bid you farewell each time
I kiss those strange consort’s lips.