For a day or so
under grey weighted skies
we danced outside
to the glimmer of heavenly rays
We sat at a table
draped with blue and white checks
It was clean but suited neither of us
but to hint at measured wear
You with your mossy eyes and lazy grin
I have so much to tell you
Green grass splayed against your bare legs
and the soft, sweet breath of the wind
Your face is static and unchanging
and on careful examination
I find myself questioning
precisely which universe
are we seated within?