kryptOnite

kryptonite • 37

ten, nine, eight...
you were goddess in charcoal A-line dress
who ran away from the party and sneaked out to the garden
the moon knew your name so I borrowed it from Artemis
"look," she said, "it's written on the constellation."

seven, six...
merry-go-round was on top of your list
baggy tee and high-waisted short bejeweled your delicate soul
round and round the carousel made us go
round and round you made my life go

five, four...
empty popcorn box, Game of Thrones on TV, us in pajamas
you were dancing to Jenny of Oldstones when I got down on one knee
"let's get married and be Mr&Mrs!"
"she said yes!" your Vena Amoris screamed

three...
fairies, nymphs, and angels harmonized in a choir the heaven heard
your white wedding dress couldn't muffle our watercolor romance
"you may kiss the bride," said the priest
and that might be the rightest thing in my life

two...
you're a pretty spirit our grandkids were crying for
even prettier than the lily they put on the grave
it's good to be jiggling with you, here, among the jingling stars
may i marry you once again in another life?

one...
and of us, Montague and Capulet would be jealous.

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