i carry your heart

it came in velvet purple packaging
tied up with ribbon
safe and protected from various other surprises
and when I opened the wrappers, there it was
pink and splendid and glowing
smooth as cut glass
but strong enough to savor
in moments of trepidation and unrest.
You literally gave me your heart –
or a reminder thereof.
I’ve carried the real thing with me for months,
seven to be exact, as we’ve both said from the first moments
that “click” was fairly audible over the tides
and water crashing on the rock.

You playfully turned over a rock while shopping
“what are you waiting for?”
etched into the stone, an impish smile dancing across
your beautiful face.

Soon, love.

For now, I literally carry your heart in my pocket,
safe from harm, already familiar with the
feel of my fingertips and the pressure of my palm.

Love, always.