All entries for Sunday 30 October 2005
October 30, 2005
“Why not?” A glass poured in the shade of the garden.
She’s keen that it fills. I watch her eyes widen.
Her hand, on the table, is small in the shadows
overcast by the gesturing arms of the adults.
From woman to man, down a warren of viens
the crystal is passed through the web of the vines.
Her cheeks are flushing. Come back in our shelter.
I won’t build it without you. We're always together.
It’s brought to her lips – we swallow our youths.
Exposed to the sky I clutch my juice.