27 Nov

Watching Her              (published in Poem, May 1999)

She eats an orange
The way I would kiss her lips,
Gently reaching forward
And taking its juice
Only as offered.
She is tender and shy,
As if to give the fruit
A chance to refuse.
But the orange
Gives of its sweetness.
After a soft breath-beat
She moves her mouth away,
Licks her lips,
And then leans toward the orange
Once again.

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