An open roof, a sheltered stage,
Lifted asses and planted foots
Meet fleeting flurries of rain
And smears of a crimson war.
Henry steps out with his fury
Yet also with a smile
That breaks the clouds,
So fury shall abate.
And with sweet trills
Of birds, too, in love,
He steals a kiss from her sugar lips
And her French tongue.
They dance and they bow;
Daylight is gone and the planes keep flying overhead.
(photo via Net-A-Porter.com)
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