Bridal Luncheon

We harness up our breasts,
Sling beads upon our ears.
Now with slanted eyes we press
To find how she lured the prey.
She smiles a whiskered smile
That tells of vows she made:
His slaking of desire
Within her curved and clawed embrace;
For this, he gives the stones,
The hut, the beads, forever.
Flashing diamond rings,
We toast the bride: so clever!
The ends of cigarettes glitter
Redly from our fingertips.