The first good time after the fall

(our wedding day )

You came and got me

at quarter past nine

a strange beginning

to an undefined day.

We rode on

through the first episode

as an African emperor

showed us each other.

Some people got married on

a sunny Saturday,

one of Septembers

gifts of love.

Your stomach was growling

as we were laughing

the day took

a tone of classic.

Down a hill

towards the bottom

the reception,

held beside a bay.

Everyone was late

or we were early

or maybe we'd begun

drifting towards each other.

The rest of the day

was still in your eyes

when an unnamed man

said you were magic.

Phase four was the best

as our minds came together

with smoke and wine

and passionate kisses.

Your someone nice

that's happened to me,

and I know you now

from our "wedding day".