Young at heart

We sat beneath a makeshift tent,
pulled taut by far too many lines of string
that crossed and tied in knots and bows
to anything that let them,
and shared a moreish banquet,
feasting on the food and words,
till all we had were chocolate stars
and kisses by the dozen.

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