friday.
on the thirteenth day
of the tenth month
in the seventeenth
year of the new century
at 3pm, I was to meet my
new bride in the cemetery.

as I stood there
under the second tree,
surrounded by grave stones,
across from the mausoleums,
she walked toward me
and I could see the orbs all
around her and feel her glow
as radiant as the sun
that shined down on all of us.
we were buzzed with animation.

our skull-faced officiant corresponded
with us and we exchanged vows with
perfection, like a successful
operation from the steady
hands of a Surgeons Precision.
we kissed for what seemed
like an eternity and time just
stopped for a moment of
boundless glamour and affinity.

we were untouchable
in a museum of our
own infinite love.

we couldn’t ask for better weather,
like a bar full of cooperative drunks.
photographed in the graveyard,
under the archways of the chapel
and on the mausoleum steps
capturing every moment
of sheer happiness and
timeless efforts as a reward
for our utter devotion and
dedication we have given
over time to one another.

the sun declined and we
raised our drinks to a toast
in celebration over laughter and
smiles with our closest friends
and family. we realized that
the fox and the wasps that
crossed our paths that day
told us much about our
significance and new beginnings,
also taught us the misfortunes we
bump into only lead to better things.

we walked under skeleton horses
that fiercely galloped through
the constellations, leaving a
heavy trail of stardust behind in
the moonless night sky. magic
filled the air that day and like
most good things, I didn’t want
it to end but she forever dreamt
of things I could never fully
understand so I will leave
this poem in a safe place
and rub eyeballs with it
every now and then.

Rachel, this one’s for you.