London
April 1984 Still Water
Prose Poems
Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
ISBN 0-525-24795-5
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved
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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