In Our Wonderland Chair
Cruising, we pose, in our wonderland chair, towering above our smiles,
dressed in Autumnal orange and black, my arm around you for awhile.
Insouciant in spiffy suit, you sweetheart me in with juniper-mint cologne.
Black strappy-sandals felicitous dangle, I ride side-saddle on the throne.
The bittersweet-background of our portrait burns like a passionate flame.
Such cushy winks of time, lasso that binds, recalls why we share a name.
Surely God orchestrates a camera-angel, who unostentatiously fades,
Gifting regal hearts in silver and gold, an amorous and sensual serenade.
11/9/2019
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