Sincerely, Jennifer x

I tried to become a dream,
a vision in violet,
at war with your oven and the powder blue sky that sought to distract me,
emulating the eyes of my beloved.
I gazed out the window in a hazy, happy stupor,
until the kitchen was filled with silent, staring smoke,
judging and tutting as I fell under your spell.

You were in cahoots with the cold, winter night,
hungry to betray me,
watching me twirling and swirling beneath the sniggering stars,
the clown Princess,
giving a sweet little show for the waiting, wailing world.
I didn’t care that crisis called to us,
I was busy, bewitched and betrothed.

These words feel different than a moment ago,
when I was wishing,
swept away by a truthful, fateful kiss.
This feels solid,
like I could step upon our cloud and not cascade,
and I am bemused, bewitched and betrothed,
all at once,
and all the time.