married,
i know that it'll be after
a warm rain,
at the edge of the water,
kissed with the mist of an early summer's morning,
or at sunset, when all
in awash in brilliant gold.
our toes will temper
the cold ocean tide.
my dress, your jeans
soaked through,
and the salt spray,
hungry to return us
to where all of this began,
will lick at our ankles,
cementing us there,
in the moment, to one another,
and to everything.
