a path meanders
dewy leaves, branches
brush arms faces
droplets of memory but
the way lies clear
for feckless hearts
that began a bond in a frisson
all a-flutter blood-filled
lips tentative
in spring chill
forward feet together
oboe melody coifed trail
hands wrapped waists tight until
path became aisle
festooned ribboned witnessed
we to one
fortune followed footfalls
touch love the pith of all
our path the route of many
yet ours to let fust and rust
or keep climbing clinging
ardent
forbearing detours letting love lead
one to we again
little eager feet
run alongside letting
life transpire in fullest measure
fortold mysteries whispered in ears
like sweet nothings showering us in curtained tub
who are we to judge where it all
leads
hand in hand wending
towards what may come
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