Frescoes on your headboard
the sky spreads wide to greet you
your purple linen life
reclining
on the skin of starlight.

Cinematic fashion
how lovely is your neckline,
if all of life was thread you'd
stitch my lips onto your collarbone.

Here is an afternoon Parisian
fit for lovers and Renoir
an intoxicating melody ignites the air
the flowers around us melt into a kaleidoscopic cacophony.

If fate were to strike me blind,
no matter,
I've seen:
the ebullient sun,
azure sky,
and your warm
and easy
smile.