#WritcoPoemPrompt99
Your laugh is as bright as the perihelial-sunshine,
your armchair whispering breeze my candleshine!

how is my lifeless-skin saving me a blush,
perhaps my flickering soul a starry-eyed paintbrush;

the canopy keeps creeping up to every trace of y'r fragrance,
how is my chair swinging-by, Ah! yours...