The Weight of Our World

In the white rims of his eyes, I see

A place to rest, a trustworthy

Solace. A blue iris to sink

Deeply in, to curl

My spine against.

I breathe in

the warmth

Of his shoulder cove.

My face, a teary drunken pearl

In his mineral-veined hands,

Gazes up to ask, “Are you going to marry me?”

Resting at the edge of uncertainty.

I’m assured I am a stone worth keeping.

I do not fear the dawn tide growing

Around us. He is wind

Wrapping the sheets

In shadowed waves

Over our bodies.

Our legs intertwine

Far below the surface, weightless.

Our fates are cast far ahead of the horizon.

In our time on the shore, I am yours.

I am learning love washes us up.

That each grain of sand is eternal.

It is enough to prove

We cannot die.