“Would you like that?” he asked, curious as he gazed to her across in room.
Anna read in light of candled hearth, its many sources coalesced into glow as single flame amber in the hue that glowed and bronzed Anna’s tan of skin and left golden her paler parts left -bared in warmth of summer night as she rested upon side in long of sofa-lie.
“Like what?” Anna asked, curious to the fuller question.
“To live a creative life, to let curiosity lead, and follow where it goes: to learn, discover, make something of—whether written word, other art, or the simple art of living?”
Anna shifted in her rest, light’s cast of bronze and gold illuming subtle of her moves.
Light of the hearth caught in eye, dancing in their green, raising ribbons of bronze and gold within as pupil opened in window to soul’s see.
She smiled, quiet as she searched for words beyond a simple “yes.”
“Yes” was all she found, and her only spoken word; but it was enough, given answer to the asker—him, and Universe, that encouraged.
In light of the candles’ glow, listened answer to her voice, she saw in his eyes the same expanding of center, iris’ thin, as his window opened and she saw into. Soft flutter came upon her then, discerning what was read, and it seemed the candles wavered too, their shudder flashing to her skin.
Curious, he moved. Light waver danced again.
Lowering to she in rest, he brought his lips to hers; cradle of her hand behind in hold to him above; soft break for breath, matching of smiles, candled bronze of their summer faces.
Curiosity was raised, and they let it guide their way.