Day 49: The Honeymoon ( 7 x 7 )

The evening prior we laid in bed and arms

He took a stab at a joke, and asked me to marry him

Except I said yes, and he admits he had imagined

It would be a gooder.

I took stabs too, and said

“ let’s do it.”

For this moment:

One day it is possible

To get married in an Elvis Chapel

In Vegas, or Niagara

And to make a baby, too.

I want to do it

Name the sweet lamb Lovechild,

After the boat we’d sail away.

I’d make us coffee in the below deck percolator

In the cheap keepsake printed mugs

I saw us: the chosen ones;

beaming and immortal.