Watching you glide about
in that dress
made me think over and over again
about how much I wanted to fuck you,
just put you over the cake table
and give you a present I’d never forget.

It was hard to see you
kiss that guy
over and over again
at the clink of a glass
like some performing dolphin
turning, twisting
doing tricks for seafood.
It was hard
but it was good.

You looked so beautiful
so sexy
all day long
as you thanked people for coming
and hugged so many attendants
and wiped all that icing
off the side of your mouth.
It was a wonder to watch.

And I’m glad you were so radiant
and I’m sad you’re now so disturbed
and I’m sorry
but I thought I was complimenting you
and being honest
and I thought those were the traits
you appreciated
and if not
then why was it me you asked
to walk you down the aisle
in the first place?