The Proposal

Last night,
I dreamed you asked me to marry you
while frozen at the top of a Ferris wheel.
I was paused, terrified.
Not just by the height, but by the power you held over my heart.
I was also overwhelmed and lighthearted.
My childhood fear tickled you.
As you held me close you cried.
We swam naked in your tears of joy, the salty sea.
My diamond, the moon,
your midnight indigo skin, the night sky.

Nature

Hillsides, boulders.
Cliffs and mountains
anointed with hieroglyphs and
adorned by ancient spells.
Nestled beside rocky,
caramel-angled curves
and massaged by a sturdy embrace.
My softness rubs against you,
and I find comfort in the contrast.
It's the compromise between
rough edges and soft curls.
The balance.
The peace.