My proposal story

I’m fed up. These sounds: crippling excess lotion.
Instead, marry me. In verdigris chambers
we’ll meet again. Noon’s ever a-changin’. As is
time. I’ll keep you inside my white triangle.
It is a white triangle of love. O,
entertainer from another, infinitely
more white
triangle. Dangle
me above your red/green bushes,
above the ghost of a road to nothing at all.