found the words “I do”
through a golden circle of trust.
Engraved them inside
borrowed and blue lining, tucked them
within a kiss
she drew breath,
an unworthy title. A dark, nameless scene
coated her hand in thickened chalk,
to be written
or washed away,
on her lips, soured cherries
tarnish the ring, spoiling the view.
She spits out two pits.