Playful Sunrays or It’s All Words
2001.
In her office sits the ancient book,
The chemical codes he’s come to “look”—
Once, then twice, he’s back again,
Lost his memory? Or just a friend?
He leaves a line, a clever spark,
And she reads his notes with a growing heart,
Unaware, but her days feel bright,
She laughs at his words, his wit feels right.
Then comes the lunch, nothing strange,
Two traders out for a small exchange.
He takes her under the bridge’s hold,
Where oysters glisten, and champagne is cold.
They talk and tease, a delicate dare,
And play with words, sweet air they share.
A smile, a sip, the world’s in rhyme,
And she finds herself enjoying the time.
Back to work, but there he halts,
A gentle hand, her step he faults.
“May I?” he asks, his gaze held true,
She nods, breath quick, and the moment grew.
His kiss like a knight’s, soft and sure,
A spark rising from her core,
But business calls; the day’s not done,
“Next time,” he grins, “somewhere fun.”
She offers a place, somewhere new,
The solarium, where the sun spills through.
Rooms that glow, no walls in between,
It’s there they’ll meet, both unseen.
Days pass—then, sudden pain,
She learns he’s bound by a wedding chain.
A letter sent, a line to make him pause,
But she’s already caught in his cause.
The solarium shines, her skin turns gold,
She waits, she’s warm, her breath controlled.
He’s nervous, bare, with a boyish blush,
She lies there slender, cool in hush.
Her body pale, dark hair, blue eyes,
Wrinkles soft ‘round her navel’s prize.
He’s charmed, he’s lost in her display,
And comes too soon, before the play.
No worry, no shame, she laughs it off,
“Some beauty’s too much,” she gives a scoff.
A few days later, a parcel blooms,
An orchid, wit, his pride consumes.
Now, he struts, the words pour out,
He boasts to others, wields his clout.
But she loved the lines, the game they’d played,
Not the act, the touch, or what he’d displayed.
All words, all show, that’s all she’d sought,
While he chases fame, in silence she’s caught.
And the sun still shines on those playful words,
In echoes soft, it’s all she heard.
