Be Mine

I held her closely and
whispered “Be mine.”
She said yes, had already
said yes to my unspoken
wishes, on the beach,
at dinner, on the phone.

I will ask again
formally. I may ask her
a dozen times, just
to be sure.

I will need to ask her
every year, at every
full moon and festival.
In this way I will keep
this flame alive. I will
tend to passion, stoke
this heat, cultivate
desire, remove any doubts.

This path is clear.
My love, my darling,
my dearest
Clare