Still Water
Prose Poems
Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
ISBN 0-525-24795-5
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved
21
She took her tea weak with milk, often with
goat cheese spread on toast.In the morning at the table, her beautiful
form beneath batik, she talked softly to me,
with a tiny crumb around her mouth.
Her lips were wet with tea
how
unbearably kissable that region of her
breath
the center of
my existence.
LondonApril 1984