ten minutes by Philippa Janeyour torso folds
to rest upon the tabletop
and you are smaller
somehow,
a medley of soft shapes
and muted colours
olive green muddy brown
delicate pink
one exposed elbow
two still hands
unruly hair framing
dark features, a shadowed lip
and your eyelids
beneath which i imagine
a mental landscape
overgrown, inviting exploration
of
the triggers
that tug the corners of
your mouth into a grin
even during slumber
i am astounded by your
gentle eyelashes such delicate protectors of brilliance. 04/20/2006 Posted on 04/21/2006 Copyright © 2024 Philippa Jane
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