you welcome me into
the bridal chamber,
looking ravishing
white sheets against your pale skin
the nightingale sings
of our love
I feel a fire in my loins
the nightingale cries out erotically
my blood pumps
my juices flow
as I walk closer to you
this tender embrace
this skin on skin
is glorious
your skin smells of honeysuckle
mine is of cedar and smoke
from the harsh northern winter
here, on our wedding night
we become one
stars dance, the river flows
there is peace
the yin and yang unite
angels sing as we fall into
each other’s arms
pleasure expands our minds
it feels so right, so pure
husband and wife, together
whispering sweet nothings
in the bridal chamber
(Photo by Kimberly Fowler on Unsplash)
Author’s Note: This is a collaborative poem between Rachel and I. She wrote a stanza and then I wrote a stanza. It’s been a fun little activity to do together. We got the idea of writing about the bridal chamber and a wedding night from Merriam-Webster online’s word of the day from Feb. 14, 2021, which was “prothalamion.” The word means a song in celebration of marriage, and it was invented by the English poet Edmund Spenser when he devised a nuptial poem.
