Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

The Girl.

by jamie shaw

She has taken a pill
her laughter sweats with ecstasy.
 
A hand in front of my face
holds the crisscross lines of a map.
 
She bends to kiss my palm
and her cool lips fry me.
 
Slumped on the couch
the morning sun steals into the room.
 
She left five minutes ago
and already I long to see her smile.
 
Again.

Added: 13.04.2011

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04.05.2011

A short but profound poem.

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