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ten minutes

by Philippa Jane

your torso folds
to rest upon the tabletop
and you are smaller
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

the triggers
that tug the corners of
your mouth
into a grin
even during slumber

i am astounded by your
gentle eyelashes –
        such delicate
            of brilliance.


Posted on 04/21/2006
Copyright © 2021 Philippa Jane

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Karen Michelle on 05/25/06 at 06:48 AM

I'm sorry I'm late. This is brilliant.

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