this morning lauren read me the poem i just posted. i was laying back in front of her, she lifted her hand to read the poem and i moved my head to the side so i could see her read.

i will always be able to picture one side of her face moving as she read it. her ivory peach skin, her flushed apple cheeks, one green eye looking down, the color of nothing i know of in the world, her lips mouthing the words. i will always remember this morning, the same as all other moving mornings, her clear voice reading it to me, the poem resonating like a bell, her clear, clear voice.