As She Presses The Flowers Into My Skin, The Universe Becomes Our Castle

 
This luscious lily is a star gazer,
flush with the fever dreams of forever love,
intent on building our wildflower throne ever higher.

Bare skin,
thumping heart,
a flourishing hearth of smiles
overwhelming the candle lit darkness.

We are galaxies triumphantly colliding
somewhere in the blissful matrix
of vast and unhindered interstellar spaces.

Pressing my lips to your face,
I know there is nothing worth more
than each swaying tender moment
where I am graciously reflected
in the elevated geometry of your fierce,
hypnotic eyes.