A moon in floral print of blue and pink
Rests on the couch horizon at the end,
Reflection of the Concrete Blonde song, link
In lyrics to my Latin love. I bend
My eye toward the light that fills by night,
The lips, the love on which I so depend.
With fingers intertwined we both delight
In patterned sounds and hearts and ink,
Your sparkling eye a star, night's final sight.