A hazy reason floats on the shore
between yes and no.
There is an answer in the
embrace of your fingertips.
But I cannot read braille,
and my dreams are impossible.
When it comes to this,
to love, and to cherish,
to hold, and to have,
I am hopelessly disappointing.
Before the engagement night it out--
you embracing your ring, a diamond
princess cut; the cheeky lilt of your lips,
peach lip-gloss and perfect
tells me all I need to know--
Before the night is out,
I will be scaling heights I never thought
I'd climb.
But then,
anything for you, babe,
as I slip out of the bathroom door
and your life.
Forever.
~Hammeh
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