By Rachel Matson ’12
I tasted
red wine on your lips,
absorbed
by the starved glimmer of your
eyes
enveloped into the heat’s embrace,
we polluted the air
with clouds of smoke that
danced above our heads
as a halo
with
beads of laugher and
drops of fear
we stood under the willow tree
as one
waiting for the sky to open and
swallow us whole