”Yellow?”
Simon speaks the word like it’s foreign, somehow,
evidently confused. He’s been trying to figure out
for some time what exactly she’s been staring at,
and now he’s completely lost (if he wasn’t already).
”I don’t get it—
…
…my eyes?”
"Dandelion yellow…
Not sunflower…“
Eyes fleeting away for a moment she re-considers her choices,
perhaps they were more like the base of a Honeysuckle flower?
Certainly nothing bold but mesmerising all the same, she’s so
washed away in tones of yellow she completely forgets to talk
for a short interval.
"Yes of course, why else would
I be staring at you?”