will you marry me right now
	one of us will ask the other

the answer hasn’t changed for years
	but when breath’s held between yearning

and yes a rift can yawn     look at us
	how much time do we have left

just when grief can gather and break
	a sleeper wave that wants to draw me

down beneath desire and dreaming
	the fission makes me laugh out loud

the fool I’d be to snub this offer
	a silver chime rings in my palm

wake to this breathless moment
	arms wreathed around I do