Friday, June 1, 2012

A Kiss

Lemon tree...

 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 she kissed his sleeping face
and thanked him for the kiss

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