Forever Hold Your Peace, Speak Now Or

Fancied myself
a fine receptacle

for as they say
discarded sharps

and you my
miracle-cum-miracle

in deaf gone blind
water to wind.

How did we aim
to figure or to ground?

Here lies the dowry hid
beneath my tongue.

Ours a most venial
vernacular—do I make

you happy did I
make you happy?