Lying
underneath the satin sheets,
wondering
what new promises to keep.
A burst of confetti suffocates the air.
Champagne glasses cause conflict to dissipate
with their subtle connection.
The world is a whirlwind as we talk in slow motion.
No dissecting; just one syllable words.
Past the waving finger
and those who are unplugged
we stand, never uprooted from where we belong.
This is where we deserve to be,
come our ten-year anniversary.