engagement; Or should I say
A correction should be made, or rather, another subjective memory re-told for the same story, or a similar story, or a story that might have been.
When he asked me, I don't believe I actually said anything because saying Yes! or I will! seemed choreographed into oblivion. It felt ridiculous in a distasteful way, like canned pie filling.
And this was not a moment for clever demonstrations of how painfully lyrical and verbose I am certainly capable of being. I was not sophisticated then. I was not calm and complacent then. I was a breathless little thing, picked up by a wave of semantics and alchemy.
My Namegiver wants to call me Wife.
So I nodded, childishly, then quickly burrowed my face into the curve of his neck where the jawbone and ear share a bridge to the shoulder, where millions of wordless poems are deposited into unknown waters, carried to unknown seas. Seas where there are still snake-like, clawing monsters and singing mermaids. Where. It's always a question of place.
And in that place, let me say that I could not say. It was sealed by bleeding and chapped lips, left in your skin, swallowed by the water. Your taste is salty, I am breathing your breezes.
Because I don't remember if I said something or if I didn't.
It doesn't matter.
It was all there, in that place, with us.
.
When he asked me, I don't believe I actually said anything because saying Yes! or I will! seemed choreographed into oblivion. It felt ridiculous in a distasteful way, like canned pie filling.
And this was not a moment for clever demonstrations of how painfully lyrical and verbose I am certainly capable of being. I was not sophisticated then. I was not calm and complacent then. I was a breathless little thing, picked up by a wave of semantics and alchemy.
My Namegiver wants to call me Wife.
So I nodded, childishly, then quickly burrowed my face into the curve of his neck where the jawbone and ear share a bridge to the shoulder, where millions of wordless poems are deposited into unknown waters, carried to unknown seas. Seas where there are still snake-like, clawing monsters and singing mermaids. Where. It's always a question of place.
And in that place, let me say that I could not say. It was sealed by bleeding and chapped lips, left in your skin, swallowed by the water. Your taste is salty, I am breathing your breezes.
Because I don't remember if I said something or if I didn't.
It doesn't matter.
It was all there, in that place, with us.
.