prompt: write a curtal sonnet.
today’s poem is for my beautiful brilliant sweet sister april, my dear friend and comrade and protector and teacher. today she married her beloved brad in a beautiful simple ceremony, and i wanted to honor the total adoration and commitment they share here.
they met in warring mountains with armored bows
they’d both known that pale life of loss, but now
in a tiny room all filled up with their laughter
they found their mouths full of the ever, the after
they conjured together one new whispered life
they grew up together: her husband, his wife
when they chose forever it was the only sure path
they converged all memory, a sweet sacred math
she is the fire and he is the earth
they know exactly what their love is worth
it is everything.