What Do You Propose?

A sweet night air
drifted by our smiles.
He said he had big plans.
So far they were small
ice cream cones chuckling
for "let me get that"s.
He stopped on the bridge
and clasped my hands
with his cheshire grin.
"I think I might have the best idea
in the world." He spoke in cliches.
"And what might that be?" I prod,
rocking our fingers in a kind of dance.
"Something wonderful we could do."
"And what might that be?" I repeat teasingly.
"A great adventure, an exploration,
a test of metal, and sweet sips of joy!"
"What exactly are you proposing?"
"Actually." He slipped to one knee,
tears in his eyes, heart on his sleeve,
as a box emerged from his pocket.
"That's exactly what I'm doing."



Thanks to Jenny for this Saturday's inspiration, "Proposal."