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