Things I love

There are so many things I am mad about. Take sunrise with red clouds and soft rays Penetrating through the water-laden clouds. Rain is imminent, thunder threatening afar. It matters not, for I love to stay cosy indoors. Soon, it will rain, and with impulsive haste, I’ll Sit at my beloved baby grand and play A few tentative light-hearted arpeggios Followed by a mesmerising, uplifting allegro But never finish with some sad dirge. By noon, the weather clears into a soft breeze And I proceed to have a meal made up Of my favourite shellfish and rigatoni With shredded truffles and a glass of chilled Chablis. From that terrace, I could see the turbulent sea, Its waves roll nonchalantly towards the shore, Rising and falling, always transient And showering us with a froth of salty spray, A sweet caress that tastes so pleasant on my lips. There are so many things that give me pleasure and satisfaction. And you, Madam? I still remember your sensitivity. Your glossy lips met mine: It was the best thing I loved.