Our pulses
tremble under our flannel shirts
And fleece
vests. My numb fingers squeeze his.
“Have I ever
told you you’re beautiful?”
His pupils deep
sea blue, jawbone stone sharp.
I feel my cheeks
flush pink. “Stay here with me,
Where prisons
are Far and the sea is near.” I feel his
Fingers grasp mine
as he lowers to one knee,
“I wish I could silence the ticking of the
clock,
So this moment
with you would become infinite”.
The crisp smell
of fresh rain fills my lungs,
As little drops
of rain leave freckles on the ground around us.
One lands on his
sleeve, another on my nose.
Gently, he
kisses the droplet away and
Captures me in
his embrace. I have found my
Love.
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