Star Wars Rare Pairs treat for weakinteraction, who suggested nonstandard formats.
You asked me once, flying, what hand had hung stars?
Seeing them now, scattered, should it be—"flung stars"?
But still you sought a peace tempered with justice
On the galaxy's fringe, amid the young stars.
I climbed a cold ladder to ascend the throne.
You taught me to see, past the topmost rung, stars.
I love watching you forge grand alliances
Or taking up the causes of unsung stars.
Politics is work grimy as it is grim
And you aim for, standing within the dung, stars.
Droids caught us kissing behind Senate chambers.
Your arms around mine, your mouth, then your tongue—stars!
Now I've woven you a fitting groom's bouquet.
I've taken the little beads, I have strung stars.
Our love grows like something newly organic.
Come be my love; we'll make our home among stars.