Monday, July 02, 2007


The man who slept beside her
continued his puffa pah
train-waiting-in-station sounds,
buttermint breath exhaling
into the amber night.

Somewhere through the dark
it became warm enough
for her to throw off
the velvet coverlet.

The warmth revealed
petal after petal,
till she almost felt
the blessing of sun
as the morning rose,

almost grasped
the complete surrender of dew
to its call.


Blogger Chris Never said...

Gads what a superb image this gives

And this line...

The complete surrender of dew
to its call

I love it sideways

2:51 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

lol, thanks. went to an induction for teacher's college today. hmmm interesting, a little scary, very disorganised feeling to me. I still feel as though everyone is speaking another language, and all these young people, they all seem so confident ...

watch this space ...

6:01 PM  

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