Mornings

Pure silk. Lace. Her secret
underneath the demure shirtwaister.
Champagne, flutes. He brushed
past, left his hand there
for a while.
Just below the belt.
Breathless.

Drinking wine, and hell
was winking from a distant
corner. He kissed the nape
of her neck.
No guilt.
No regrets.
Barefoot on the lawn
watching the sun come up.
He shook the Japanese
cherry tree and blossoms
tumbled over her
shoulders and breast,
stuck fast by morning dew.

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Rose Mary Boehm

Rose Mary Boehm

A German-born UK national, Rose Mary Boehm lives and works in Lima, Peru. Author of TANGENTS, a poetry collection published in the UK in 2010/2011, her recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in a good two dozen US poetry reviews (online and print).
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