I take these moons and necklace them
to string in your hair
combing them in
with black velvet night;
blue green and red stars too
sparkle there

I taste your mouth of firey sun
lay before you galaxy mints
you taste;
whispers of love flow

word streamers flying from heart
to heart
eye glances
white hot-
the soul's messengers.

We each exhale
blow Soft Summer
into the words
and I
sit cross-legged
as you kiss my eyes
as we fondle the night.

The carpet we sit upon
is auroa green
my face burns into
your gingham dress
you press me close
we each mindful

that moments such as these
are eternally eternal.

We have star soup for lunch
and dine on life's sweet cuisines.