When He Proposes
He comes to love, openly, one last time,
careless as always, eyes closed, on the rim
of lovers ledge, tingling toes reminds
him to let go and forget where he’s been,
before this final breath, before the binge.
Before, his belly was empty, hollow,
a lonely log covered in moss and midge.
Then born again, baptized in love’s shallows,
he found the crown to rule his tomorrows.
He loves love and love loves him, it’s beautiful.
In reverence of it, on one knee, the ring—borrowed.
He appoints this his moment, it’s delightful
how his blood bubbles and his heart puffs up
one last time, openly, he comes to love.
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