Light danced across the hardwood floor of her irises,
reflecting deep rays of brown, fire-painted oak wood into the
absorbing glass of his sea-foam green, windowframe eyes.
A now forgotten word was mellifluously sung;
curtains leaden with longing were reluctantly drawn.
The luminous sun then ceased to hang canvases of
oak and sea
on their abstractive walls,
diverging instead to displays murals of perspective
into the windowpanes of distant eyes.
Then, like black and white keys
being poignantly pressed by the fluency of fingertips,
the edges of their eloquent lips
began to touch