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The mountains whistled yes / Parlay

  The mountains whistled yes

  The stones sang your praises,

  the very mountains smiled,

  letting in the dropping sun

  and inviting a spread of tangled lights

  that scream celestial presence.

  Night filled with beauty,

  tinged with light even in the absence

  of shadow and beams.

  At my back the ethereal stone

  queens and kings ushering in

  the next coronation,

  acknowledging a new ruler in me,

  a new ruler in you.

  Crowning my head,

  the very cosmos gathers like fireflies.

  And at my feet the network of city lanterns,

  like a million boats

  in a silent sea, gently rocking

  back and forth

  from the gentle power

  of your question,

  the gentle force of my answer.

  Three witnesses to hear my oath.

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  Yes.

  Always yes.

  Parlay

  Set the mechanics,

  secrets I’ve never gotten away with since.

  We both knew it was coming. I had gone spelunking

  into the cave inside of me, searching

  for writing on the walls, directions or glyphs.

  Prayers offered like paper lanterns

  into the dark, but they come back down

  to earth, brighter but still little

  more than floating paper. What do you want to do?

  And the answer is obvious as running stoplights,

  obvious as piecing together the jigsaw of me and you.

  And then it’s all about the mechanics of it.

  You planned the perfect setting, a hike into the woods catching fire

  with the lure of autumn,

  columns of your favorite hues of yellow.

  And when fall came early and the hike was set,

  I didn’t mind the early spring.

  No time to let the grass grow under my feet.

  Excitement, balanced by the surreal weight

  of asking for a million, trillion years of yes.

  More weighty than the car. The job.

  The dates and dinners and dreams of a younger me.

  More weighty than the degree. None of it commitment

  like asking for you to love me for me.

  And when I drop to my knees like a sinner

  starved for light, your answer beams brighter

  than I dared to hope.

  Such rolling happiness

  beating over me like waves,

  drenching me in the realization

  that I am marrying

  you.

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