No, this is my daughter. She and her boyfriend are going to be the frozen Rose and Jack:
Yeah, she is my kid, and she's in love.
Saint Marty has a Halloween love poem for you today.
Wedding Dress
by: Michael Waters
That Halloween I wore your wedding dress,
our children spooked & wouldn't speak for days.
I'd razored taut calves smooth, teased each blow tress,
then--lipsticked, mascaraed, & self-amazed--
shimmied like a starlet on the dance floor.
I'd never felt so sensual before--
Catholic schoolgirl & neighborhood whore.
In bed, dolled up, undone, we fantasized:
we clutched & fused, torn twins who'd been denied.
You were my shy groom. Love, I was your bride.
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