Inside, the dim chatter of hushed voices
echo outside our encased bubble;
blocking out their awed eyes
as we stand with clasped hands.
Vows are absorbed into the very universe,
reverberating throughout the timelines.
Molten tears trickle down cheeks,
embracing the salty Blacksmith’s floor.
Our gazes irrevocably tied,
golden rings passed on from grandparents
take their place, a new appendage
vital as an organ transplant.
Flashes and clicks blur around us,
our hands still bound, eyes still fastened –
as long as we both shall live.
Previously appeared in LOVE: A Collection of Poetry and Prose on Loving and Being in Love, 2016.