I think I’m going to marry you
I’ve lived it already in my head
the way the night hums when you touch me
how forever sounds like your kiss
on my collarbone
There’s a ring on my finger in a dream somewhere
crisp gold, devastatingly beautiful under candlelight
Your vows taste like wine and illustrious Sin
I’m not sure if it’s the future or a flashback
you, in a suit that fits like a secret
me, in something white that falls off one shoulder
In my mind we already have a life
a house that smells like cinnamon and rain
your jacket over my chair
a photo of us, slightly out of focus
the kind people think is accidental,
but I framed it that way on purpose
You kiss me and my body is an altar
-holy, breathless
every motion a promise I never asked you to make
etched into my skin, an everasking reminder
I know where our children will play,
the names we’ll argue about
how you’ll trace my spine in the dark
like you’re counting blessings
Let my body be your bible
It’s dangerous, isn’t it
how easily I build eternity out of a moment
You look at me and I swear I hear music
some swelling string section of fate
the whole universe leaning forward
to see if we’ll make it this time
I think I’m going to marry you
In some other world, I already have
The lights go down
the audience fades
and it’s just us
bare, endless, rehearsing forever
until the curtain finally falls