Wednesday, 16 June 2010

ohh, greece.

Time has slowed to a murmur.

We snooze, squash oranges from the grove,
my thighs sweet and sticky.

We chew the tart, salted cheese and
ponder about dinner.

For three hours, we train
a circus of chafer beetles to balance,
perilous, on a lemon's rind. They look
so good, so green and so shiny.

The afternoon's arduous tasks
taken care of, we surrender our skin
to the torpor of the sun.