Our hands are joined together as we stare
into each others eyes.
They cheer for us, she cheers for us, he cheers for us, it cheers for us.
I look over the crowd and all I see
are question marks on faces.
No one, nothing, is one colour- but all
the colours appear on one object,
human, animal, humanoid, etc.
and you are somewhat “different.”
I know you, and everything about you-
let’s just say you’ve be identified in my eyes.
You’re not just one thing-
you’re everything and anything,
but anyone elses.
Now you’re mine because we signed a paper
that means absolutely nothing
because we only need our consent
that is shown in our eyes
whenever we look at each other
and as big as our cheeks can handle.
Yet somehow- it feels less official now,
because now everyone and everything knows-
and now they’re in it, too.