It started out simple enough, one
Dimple and freckles in our ever
Ending lack of time. I showed up late and
Didn’t see the harm until I saw one in a figurative sense
And felt my eyes light up as she leapt into
My arms. We kissed like it was how it’d always
Been; and then she pulled away a bit and
Considered whether this was cosmic gratitude
Or a horrible accident—So, to answer the
Question on your eyebrows: yes.
I’d suffer the organic dissonance to end up here
Again.
I won’t remember most of what I said before
I said the lot to you. The mind I had has been
And doesn’t want to anymore. Who would
Brightly, choose to walk a grown-in pass, shoeless
Second to a field of broken glass?
I’ll be the willing practice for whichever
Duty beckons her today (Except the dentist,
Though it’s what she wants to be)
And now a second (but MY added third)
Completes this perfect square. I’d love to
Deny my angles, but my nieces will tell you
I know everything, and they’re right.
So while we above you seem to
Constantly scream (and do nothing else but
Hover), when nobody’s looking,
While we love in disagreement
And talk over each other
And I approach the altar
And I kiss you on the cheek,
Will you remember what we can’t
Just enough so that she can, and always?
My little twin will,
I know already, ask me next week
what my favorite day ever was,
and I’ll lie,
because this morning
won’t sound like much
when I say it out loud.
But I’ll have built a
Cathedral from it.