Milka stares
at the fields
at the woods
at the sky
(coloured blue
as if it
was painted
by a child)
from her room
the window
open wide
her brother's
were at work
her mother
out shopping
her father
on the farm
yesterday
Benedict
and she lay
on her bed
they kissing
embracing
while downstairs
her mother
was cooking
the dinner
her brothers
out fishing
her father
milking cows
Milka stares
at her bed
empty now
Benedict
back at work
she alone
in her room
just the warm
memory
of his kiss
on her lips
and his lips
would have kissed
her elsewhere
other than
but she'd not
let him there.
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