"he relaxes
on the stitches and seams,
with the girl he loves most
who brings crimson
blooms to his chest.
they stare into the indigo abyss
starry-eyed and tongue-tied
as the clouds go by.
she loves him
likes the moon loves the stars.
he loves her
like the navy blanket
that covers the night sky.
they smile
as they know too well
that they are the monarchs
of their own heavenly earth."
