There are no seams

To the finer things in life:

My silk robe, the clothes the princess wears,

The Cosmos and the Milky Way,

The bubbling types of Chardonnay,

The seemless ease of loving you,

The way gray clouds fade into blue skies,

Me touching you,

You, touching me,

Time standing still

On the motionless foundations of eternity,

Really and illusion,

Permanent and non-permanent.

-jenn