FMS Pictures & Poetry

The pastel cotton of your
Revealing dress
Is thin and fragile
Between finger and thumb
As I clumsily battle
To complete the zip’s journey
From the base of your spine
To that soft, flat plate,
Decorated with tiny, blonde hairs,
In the shadow of a
Slender but proud, erect neck.

My efforts seem without validity
But I know this must be done.
I promised long ago
That I’d find strength enough
To hold you close
While letting go all the same.
And I stand by my word
Now that you call upon me
To shun accusations of cowardice
And trust you to the
Strength of another’s arms.

Together we journey
To our parting place,
Both dressed for the occasion
As we were on our wedding day.
You tell me you’re leaving
And that it’s for the best
As we’re both helpless.
I carried you here
As you requested for this end
But, when you fall to the ocean
I’ll need your strength to carry me.