sewn into the netting of my wedding dress
large, curving tulip heads seem to disobey
as they transverse across my chest
in wild elegance
at evening's end
the Victorian wedding band collar
rubbed against my neck
an inflamed ring of pink skin
hidden under lace
to control any awkwardness
yards and yards of heavy candlelight
a few tulips reach down the bodice
toward my hips, a transition into sophistication
seductive bride, innocent bride
sheathed thighs, mermaid tight
flowing into trumpet skirt
78 buttons finger down my spine
the same silk heads, nine on each wrist,
festoon lace so tight I can't bend elbows
the black and white photos were ruined