For her, it has been The perfect birthday dinner. Then he gets down on one knee. A busy restaurant comes to a standstill. Small beads of his sweat shine brilliantly; The birthstones around her neck are green with envy. Maybe a hundred eyeballs are Making quiet squishing sounds in his direction. A man is kneeling, A woman is thinking, And too many oysters are struggling to breathe their filth. A star explodes as its gravity loses its struggle with kinetic energy. Thoughts drive a brain to damage itself Via a painfully gray zero-sum highway Littered with roadkill: Reasons to lose sleep- Only to find it permanently. The hummingbird, lonely, Flutters above a lake, tries to kiss The reflection of the moon on the water, And drowns in her ignorant affection. Someone, studying their own hands, Realizes fingerprints Are tiny maps of the earth. Thousands of tiny honeycombs Pour golden lava into the air, Only to be collected by the wind.
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Unaware of everything else that happened In that moment, The couple now stand facing each other at dusk. Facing a lifetime of seeing the world together. Her smile reassures him. Though he doesn’t know it, When he’s old and gray, that smile Will reassure him from every page of his scrapbook. Several hundred eyeballs are fighting A losing battle against A storm’s surge; There is a collective hum as fluttering hearts In the crowd race to form a drum circle. Summer’s warm breath wishes Their sweat away, lifting Nervous spirits. They passively ride the emotive current As the pair gift each other Forever. As the pads of their fingers meet, He is distracted by how the pearls in her ears Catch the moonlight. His bride leans in towards him But in this moment, He only wants to kiss her earrings.