I think I'll chose to do this forever (April 2025)

 

today we exchanged a ring for a ring

the labradorite sits pretty on my fourth right finger like there’s been a divet in the skin waiting for this band my whole life.

your left hand is for marriage and your right hand is for the girl in college you know you could marry in five years- give or take 

It was a sunny cold april morning and you said that a year ago, the idea of me, the idea of us “loomed over you” 

loomed sounds inherently somewhat sinister-

but i caught your drift 

i imagined the possibility of our entwinement dangling above you like a mobile over a baby’s crib 

I struggle to ever write about you without it sounding awfully banal or saccharine 

but nuzzled in my paisley blanket, skin to skin, waking up to chirping birds,

our love feels anything but 

the under carriage of your arm is silk

it brushes my forehead as you reach over my sleeping body for water in the morning 

the noise pollution from the highway dissipates like snow in mid march 

i wake up woven with you, soft yet marble clad like my very own Venus de Milo

we overcome our unified clinomania 

and i make your eggs just how you like them

i think i’ll chose to do this forever