Every month is pride month in my house
Because it has to be
The flags have never come down
Never creased into a cardboard closet prison
Dragging myself out the door every morning
Determined to create my own happiness
While others take up arms in a battle
Tearing apart families like the one we dream of
She comes home to the smell of onion tears
And garlic kisses
I pour her wine
this is our celebration
The music is a loud kitchen chorus
The windows are cracked open
Crooning notes of joy and pain
My wife and I dance to it while we make pasta
Chambers more intimate than any parade
Worship, sacrifice, covenant, containment
Holy crusaders, golden lips and velvet skin
A chalice, a crest, keys and treasuries
20 baseball caps linger on the wall
An armory awaiting unrest
The only sword we have is love
And a Bowie knife
The soft couch where she holds me
A testament to proud protection
An oasis in her cologne
She thumbs at my wedding band
A space alive with intensity
Our sacred bond not easily broken
If we are Lucky to exist when we do
Then why am I so afraid to lose it all ?
About the Creator
Jessica Hansen
Golden state based copywriter and k-12 writing instructor. Proud French and English Bulldog mom still oozing with newlywed bliss. Raised on C.S. Lewis, R.L. Stein, and Frank Herbert. Runs on dad jokes and spicy margs.
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