He must have known how to kiss her
and that's why the gray room turned yellow
with swooshes of swirled whites, more yellow
until every thing was consumed in lemons
on trays that poured them in the air without
a smell of tartness but her mind claimed the sour
and she dreamed of pies with mounds of meringue
on shelves with butter cookies
and sweet lemonade in ancient jars
for anyone who wandered
off the street in the bad but fun part of town
His arm cast a gold shadow
making his veins look like roots of a tree
Her tree..so she kissed his sleeping face
and thanked him for the kiss
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