Illuminated terrace on which I love to rest
Knees close to my chest, chin set on my left hand.
Glaring far in the horizon, there’s a vibrant dance of colours
Under the heat of light.
Porcelain sounds dissipate my reverie.
You’ve spilled a drop of honey…
It makes my heart smile watching your eyes
Curiously searching for meanings through twisted lines on a page,
Unknowingly biting your lip.
(coughs slightly and smooths his hair)
Beautiful day to-day, isn’t it?
My dear, dear… you always say the right thing!
(quizzical expression on his face)
(biting her lip)
If you follow my eyes, I’ll guide you to where it is…