went to a wedding
a straight white wedding
full of straight white people
who lean to the left
I was an island there
floating
a small gay resort
watching the rituals
thinking of color

now we can marry
mine would be different
full of living color
no purity of white
but the shocking hue
that is hot pink
guests in their getups
would leave
dull at the door

there'd be open flames
burning bright
orange haired boys
serving the drinks
projections of past love
lighting the walls

and only 60 seconds of silence
to honor the vows
then back to the dancing
and on with the show