There was a romance, too, in the light of the green though not the red wished first in dream. She felt it then, the romance, in colored surround warmed and glowed in lightfall through windowed walls that cast on table in heart of room and candled centerpiece upon—each candle in different height and detail of waxed-trail fall over smooth long of stem telling story of life and burn.
She felt the romance in her heart, in sunlight and hue of green, in the books and charms and talismans in rest to recess shelves—place holders of the present in save for future dreams to be lived, found, and stored as shelved and treasured memories.
As she saw, as she sensed, she felt his presence near behind; soft wrap of his hold over narrow of waist as she stayed in gaze and mirth of spirit-merriment and muse on ways that dreams become.
She lived within one then.
Slant of the sun cast into room, angled rays in mote-catch suspend painting banding in broken fine lined beam in pass through open blinds.
From wrap of hold, he turned her in stand, body’s meet of face-to-face.
He held to her face, his hands warm and the faint-callous scratch of their coarseness to her smooth.
He kissed her gentle in rayed lightfall and walled surround of verdurous romance-green.
From face, hands fell. He raised. He lifted, brought her body then to sit and rest to table’s edge. He held to her face once again, deeper and stronger kiss; pulse of his tongue, its trace to hers, match of new-made way as in sun and hue of lived true he loved her—centered in her Dream.