Bethan Le Mas - Wedding Night

You touched me first like you didn't know what touching was
Like you'd never touched before
Reverent and slow
I touched you like I was a drowning beast
Like I would die
If I let go

We fell in love so sweetly! Like children do
Your ears would bloom (Peonies and sugared plums)
When you saw me
Then I held a man between my legs and teeth
Down at the riverside
Blossom in the trees

Love, hope and fear!
And the greatest of these is love
Feel me near
Pressing in like a homing dove

When we move together I find my words too rough
To speak of love
I need another tongue
Do not fret for where the little birds will go
I will call you home
When the war is won

Love, hope and fear!
And the greatest of these is love
Feel me near
Pressing in like a homing dove

What a fine thing it is, to be a wife! If this is wedding
What a fine thing, this bedding
Clawing like we're dying
Like the whole world is on fire
Like if we just climbed one rung higher
We could a-wing and fly away

Oh Evangeline! (Evangeline)
Oh Evangeline! (Evangeline)

Look now and see my skin is a swollen fish
Hid best I can
An unholy thing
I can only half recall how I touched you then
My hand's grown heavy
My glinting ring

Shines out to me that this is sanctified
What we bound in flesh
Is writ in law
But we move like players at a funeral
You (Gone by dawn)
Me (Drowned once more)

Love, fear and hope
And the greatest of these is fear
Touch my thrumming throat
Feel the drums drawing near

In the dark, the beat returns to me in waves
The heat, the shuddering
Your little sigh
The moonlight slithers in through a windowpane
I lick the teardrops
From your eye

Love, fear and hope
And the greatest of these is love
"The greatest of these is love!"
Coos your homing dove
Before the night is done
Invoke my name and let it stand as testament
(These ritual invocations)
To what we've done and that you will return
(Are my darling's declarations)
And call again to me

Evangeline!
The cause is affecting, the effects are unseen
Evangeline!
The trenches are refilled, the land returned to green
Evangeline!
The babes are all unborn, some are unconceived
Evangeline!
All wars are called the last for worse cannot be believed

Written by:
Bethan le Masurier

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