Gina's Lesson Poem by Stephen Leake

Gina's Lesson

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Detained in your own portrait
You hang in the open hammock of afternoon.

You’re within the text. One eye
Folded, screening the sun, the pricking smoke.

The suave sweep of loose sarong
Extends the early shadows. Unconsciously.

And we continue. Our silent words
Pushed by your presence to the

Side of your glass which remains
Fixed. Lip-stained. Staring. Reflecting

The day and tangled flavours of your
Book as you turn each page.

Reaching through the orange shades
As you mark your spot, on our day.

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