Vows

I marry her twice a day;

When the sun rises and when the moon takes her place.

Our holy matrimony is coveted by the stars,

freckles on her cheeks covered by pink clouds.

Her legs are mountains trembling with earthquakes.

I take you.

Hands intertwined with galaxies.

A heavy veil lifted by teeth,

to have and to hold.

Hands pressed overhead reaching towards heaven above

from this day forward.

The choir sings grace as she sings along

for better or for worse.

The organ humming between us

Carrying the heavy note higher and deeper,

for richer or for poorer.

The rings glistening on our hands

Matching the sweat and slick

In sickness and in health.

God themself could not come between us

Though our bodies connect just so

‘till death do us part.