I want to marry you in yellow
white has never been my color anyway
purity, submission
I am none of these things
I am yellow
the color of my dress coming undone
and the sunset coming down
a halo on this crown
full moon coming over the peak

and when I say marry
I mean combine poetry and the art of living
your body and mine
you as you are and me as I am; we
no churches / no preachers
just woodsmoke and a vow

that I will love you as well as I love myself

from my third poetry book, Made of Earth.