There are answers in your eyes glittering bright as hidden treasure in its trove
Your wicked cheekiness brandishes itself in sideways smiles and stolen kisses
You are polite, and so you ask
My own questions rise rapid in reply, ready and ripe with alleged expectation
They meet yours at the centerline of no man's land where they stubbornly stand and stay
"Nothing" leaves my lips, the very sound of it dripping pearls and rubies and desert rose quartz.
- What?