The Proposal

The sun stained our skin,
pinkened our shoulder blades,
kissed a criss cross of freckles
over my sand-grit chest.

Your words crashed over me,
saltwater battering a pebble,
smoothing my reluctant edges,
your left knee turfing sand.

In your outstretched palm,
glittering diamonds, formed
of pressed carbon, mineral, salt,
the intensity of our love.