Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Burnt by Rona Shaffran

Their kisses
taut
and parched
for so long now.

She chanced it, full
on the mouth.

He turned
back to his book,
the muscles in his neck bound
and gathered.

Turned the page.

She withered, crumpled
into herself.

She remembered
three black burnt trees
standing like spears
in lush green fields.

© Rona Shaffran, 2010

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