Painted Black and Violet

We were kids then
when I saw you first
and we still are just that,
kids,
but we're older
and we've bloomed
into red chrysanthemums.
Your petals spiral
like looking into a vortex,
a Fibonacci sequence
that dances in my mind
and beneath my fingers.
There we were, just
kids,
but we sat together,
drawing the universe
and filling it in
with violet and black
and I felt you were content
with what it was
because neither of us
had seen it yet.
Will you, my red flower,
my black star-spangled sky,
my violet cotton candy cloud,
paint the universe with me?