Stella Squared

I was wearing Stella McCartney.
He was drinking Stella Artois.
My first night in Belgium and he,
my only friend in the world.
We were free of paparazzi
and pretense.
Full of urgency and truth.
When the sun rose, I left
in my skirt and his shirt.
He wore my ruby on a chain.

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