The Plunge

Our pulses tremble under our flannel

shirts and fleece vests. My numb fingers squeeze his.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world,”

He speaks while lifting his stone sharp jaw bone.

He says, “Baby, I’m here,” that prisons are

far and the sea is near. We stand on the

shore as he drops to one knee. Happiness

forever, wherever life may lead us.

Arms spread wide, my whole heart sings to the sky

I have found my love, I have found my hope.