The moon smiled
Like the baby to see the doll.

The silver boys
Circled her intentionally.

Beautiful. Full of splendor.
Blue was blue.

She called me from inside.
Eager to drink wine from her lips,
I turned to her,
Leaving them alone to have a chance.
Glass was filled, offered.
Empty, empty.
I heard a sound, soft touch.
They came to thank me, I thought.
Clouds had prevented, I peeped out,
The rains fingers caressed my cheeks.
Blushed, I drew and to be honest
Asked her for one more drought.
And outside,
She kept sending me invitation.