Especially written for WGT (This is a first!)
By Christy Birmingham
You tuck me into a file you mark The Maker
And I wonder if you mean to call it The Marker
Because you put spots all over the visions that
I have of everyone else. They don’t compare to you.
You tuck me into your pocket square and you
Tell me to hold tight until you have enough
Money for the ring. You don’t realize how tightly
I hold you in my heart already.
I dance within the folds of the file,
While you choose the daily pocket square, and
We take some time for the circle that appears
As we wrap our arms around one another.
The ring is a far second to your lips on mine.
Christy Birmingham is an author, poet and freelance writer who resides in British Columbia, Canada. To read more of Christy Birmingham's poetry, check out her book "Pathways to Illumination," available exclusively at Redmund Productions. Also, connect with her at her blog Poetic Parfait and on Twitter.