"We are the king and queen of the world."

Fireworks. S'mores.
Shared grins, sticky fingers.
Long nights spent talking
and laughing and doing nothing.
But doing everything.
"We are the king and queen of the world," I say.
And he agrees.
And for that moment, when time is wrapped around my little finger
Nothing can interrupt.
And it is just us.
But it doesn't really matter, because
I don't have to let the world in.
Not yet.
And it is just us.
Summer nights and stars and water and fire and friends and
Us.