in bloom

Together, we can

not be azure. It is

far too pale

too timid.

We are indigo,

My Love, both

Deeper from seeping

Into each others’ veins.

Slowly opening.

Two halves

of the same

flower.

Blossoming rich

Wreathed in

each other’s

petals

Fragrant & bright.

We nourish ourselves

With the light

That’s conceived

At our joining.

We are safe

Here in our glow

Where the moon

shines dim

in our beauty &

The sun wilts

from our warmth.