Solar System • Yvette Merton

Swimming pool of stars
in her eyes,
consumed with the architecture
of his face,
smooth geographies
of soft lines
chiseled craters
meteor landings,
canvas of worries
scriptures of history.

Trespassing thoughts
visiting the sun,
she left her garden,
growing her ivy
Retaining her walls
for cool constellations,
In her head...
planets align bringing
the summer solstice.