Lets get married.
First, we kiss,
exchange vows
to cement the intangible.
The story is never so simple.
Trace it backwards,
chance and circumstance,
connections made or missed.
Awkward moments
of grinding uncertainty,
the moment of asking.
Acceptance and relief.
The steadying bloom
of uncertain petals
hide beneath branches,
a shaded place.
Could the moment
of Love's inception
be more vulnerable
than we remember?
Darling, lets kiss.
Remove origin
and myth,
Kiss.
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