Wedding Evening

The lights glitter in darkness,
the music bold with carelessness.
I find a seat above the dance floor,
happy to be part of this.
Equally happy to be separate.

The room is lost in history,
the wallpaper a pattern of the past.
Which reflects the DJ's taste.
The Ronnettes, Summer and Otis.

No one minds of course.
This is a wedding, the dance floor is full.
A mixture of people using controlled steps
or with complete abandonment, Travolta style.

And the bride, still in her ivory dress, shining brightly
next to her  husband. A blaze with love,
drunk on wine, company, togetherness.
The strength of family ties never more apparent than this.

The buffet forgotten , the music continues.
Just look at that couple! Sex on the dance floor
and at the bar, and at their table (I smile,I laugh).
He lifts her up and almost falls over.

Weddings are wonderful events.
I leave in a rain of hugs and kisses.
And the sound of 'Be My Baby'
Echoing about me.