Fat purple grapes lay on the silver tray,
A shiny big bunch.
Your face was calm, but nowise shy or pale.
Through the window, across the open way,
A gleaming shaft soared.
Our live lips met and said hello, hello, hello.

I picked two grapes.
I led you to the open balcony.
“Let’s eat,’ I said, “for all we love and see.”
You pointed high.
A silver jet was laying out a trail.
Our live eyes met and said hello, hello, hello.

We ate and laughed—
A laugh of lightness, soft and very clear.
Back in the room I sat and played etudes,
Ripe sparkling things.
You caught them as you turned about and swayed,
A shiny big bunch!