Breakfast

Since breakfasts can be such simple repasts:  
A linen cloth assists one, expressly,    
To create atmosphere where any fast  
Is something to dispense with - have some tea?  
   
I'll serve it from the pot - Chinoiserie  
Will add a certain something to the room;  
And make you smile to think, with certainty,  
That I pull out the stops to dispel gloom;  
   
I start to dance, gingerly, to your tune;  
It's an alluring sound that intimates  
A blush at chimes an hour before noon;  
We'll clear the table - all those china plates...  
   
Can sit and soak, for even heaven waits,    
While we wander upstairs: my face can't mask  
Its wanton look, excluding all debates:  
Our breakfasts can be such simple repasts...