Wednesday, October 15, 2008

on our legal marriage

we will have a castle
plastered with bookshelves, candles,
music to make us smile and cry.
we will dance beneath the diamond sky
and swim naked in the pond I know we will have
and laugh about this, and that,
and have cats.
(tempo and ringo, still?)

we will make dinner, and hang laundry, and go out
or stay in.
it's an epic win.
you're my best friend.

3 comments:

Coweh said...

this poem
(a) makes use of the phrase "epic win"
(b) is obscenely heartwarming.

the unholy atlantic said...

AWWWWWWWWW

Annie-Laure said...

tee hee
i win