I watch his face, bright salt eyes
flickering with a past that had poured her name
into a want he didn’t know he carried,
unfolded her like a mystery and memory
of home and everywhere he’d come
to live in her laughter, fevered
sprawl of her dreams.
I watch him, mouth a halo
of unlocked longing, swallow
of joy that rises up and still up,
floats its verse above our heads,
story of then, of now
as she stops before his naked yes
and he takes her hand, takes
the all of her that moves
through breath and bone.
And she presses his palm, braids
a secret bridge from vein to vein,
song of their hidden selves.
We lean in, drunk hearts,
swollen hope with a map
to beginning again.
And her tears fall, pearlescent,
bare because her body
is a sea that holds him,
and happiness can be too much
and once she had mistaken love
for a midnight storm, a fitful thirst
when he, and this,
and in between
their spangled vows