I didn’t put any music on
Because there was a wedding going on outside
And I thought about the wedding
And I thought,
Well,
If that were me getting married,
I would want everything to be just right —
I wouldn’t want some random dude picking the music
And playing some song about looking at a girl’s a**
Or something
And it was pretty quiet, around the day
And not everybody was in the best mood
But we got through it
And at the end of the day
I was sweeping the cook’s line
And I felt your presence, somehow
And I glanced over and
You were standing listlessly,
Resting your elbows on the table
Where the sous chef was cutting cake
To go out to the wedding guests.
.
You stretched your body out
So your behind stuck up and out
And it was shameful how we went on with the day and
It was shameful how I liked you for that,
For how you fell against the table,
For the animal it brought out in me and
In order to get back to me
I’m going to have to mythologize,
Which is a weakness women perceive in men
And see, most clearly.
.
But I think about how you’re a perfectionist.
.
Virgin girls are perfectionists.
.
And you feel ugly and you see ugliness.
.
I feel that about you.
.
And when you believe,
Your eyes light up,
Or sometimes your body forms a sensual shape
Which is just
Your gods trying to give something of you
To a world that has no idea how to accept something
So perfect.