Eternity upon a Roman time, 
a good Friday of our Lord, 2009, 
the precipitation pitter-patter 
like children in playgrounds.

Anticipation captured us; 
we'd leave Baskerville 
on the Greyhound. 
It felt like cascading 
across yellow-gold; 
our feet floated past 
every fluorescent sign.

A tall, bronze and tan, 
handsome man that 
STANDS LIKE A SHERIFF
had arrested your hand in marriage.
Yes, I left with a citation: 
The Corinthian message 
impressed on that 
band of carats.

These ill-mannered, careless, 
monospace adolescents 
don't dare exist 
in the air of this 
editor whose letters 
land like sans serif!
Perhaps they've ingested libations;
Distorted sentients whose 
most abstract interest is 
breasts and pant metrics. 

Their calligraphy was unsurprisingly 
too immersed in cursives. 
Your intellect did crave 
smooth sailing,
However, at an aerial, your view 
superscript their failings,
While at the same time, 
underscored how you and I 
ascended their perversion. 

Strong in passion, 
we bolted to Cambria in time, 
The pastor would read his script, 
we'd say our vows,
We'd clasp our lips, 
you'd take your crown;
Never again to be the open type, 
forever intertwined. 

Recital