This round, light swan
dives another adventure down
Feather drift soft befalls
skin glowing last orange gossamer
scented tangerine
baking clay and salted glitter
these small details I notice in the service of love
you have turned my blues to aquas
my pinks to rose
my tears to Chardonnay
and my heart to palm
in this chapel
of woven fingers
I hold thee;
a marriage or sorts-
to freedom
sealed with the last cadmium glow
of a pomegranate kiss
left on this,
our bronzed aged horizon
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