Six days

I married a police with giant moustache
we spent our wedding night in his palace
without walls or roof, while the moon
and faraway stars giggled and blushed

I married the late night pizza baker
and the drunken fights in his restaurant
Then I went to the altar with the sand
she divorced the Mediterranean Sea for me

I married the heavy rucksack adventures
they had never left their home town before
Our ceremony took place on a rainy ferry
looking for a tip, discovering an iceberg

I married the crooner on our first date
on a bar lit by candles and nerve ends
And then the veterans and their skateboards
my skin still smells of wedding chapel floor

I married the white of two decades of snow
and the confetti of an apple tree in storm
I proposed when I saw the gardeners heart
of sheet music papers labelled as garbage

I married a cyklist unabled to use brakes
we went deep into the dark forest terrain
Rocks, roots and beetles fleeing in panic
everything beneath us made my body shake