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October 07th 2008 print

Elizabeth Lewis

Three Poems

Sizing you

The last time I saw you,
your shirt rested on you like
I wanted to.
Well loved and washed often.
A good fit.

Full with life

A small boy in
a yellow jumper
eats his sushi in
one
crinkle-nosed,
flat-handed
mouthful.

Today.
The sky stretches,
air simmers.

My nose pressed into your neck,
smile into your collarbone,
sunscreen, salt, skin,
this infinity moment.

I roll it around my mind
like wine in my mouth,
savouring,
unwilling to swallow.

Elizabeth Lewis