Dinner for two without a table

They sat side by side, tiny crystal dishes scattered on the top of a flower-pattern Russian shawl covering their laps. Their entire surface at the point of contact; the sun caressed their faces through an open window. Her golden skin, his lean hands, her thin, elfin face, his blond hair blended like wine poured from two bottles into a single goblet. Each dish held a fruit, except for the biggest one with a pulsing heart, one for both of them to share, as lovers do.

                                               没有桌子的两人晚餐

他们并肩而坐，小水晶餐具散放在铺着俄罗斯带花图案长到膝盖的围布的桌子上。他们的身体依偎在一起，用整个脸来亲吻彼此接触的地方：阳光透过一扇开着的窗户爱抚着他们的脸颊。她的金色皮肤，他消瘦的双手，她的清瘦媚人的脸庞，他的金黄的头发混合在一起，就像两瓶葡萄酒一起倒进一只高脚杯。每个盘子里都有一份水果，除了那个放着两个情人分享的跳动心脏的大盘子。