a full-blown canter

She tells me that after
all this time,
this time,
She's a little nervous,
as my breath catches,
and my heart
skips more than one beat;

She does not realize
Herself
as the best thing --
the brassiest ring --
ever to enter my orbit;

and I attempt to assauage
Her fears, to engage Her
in light-hearted banter,
as my heart breaks into
a full-blown canter.



May 30, 2010, for the Wifey.

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