Sheltered by shadowlines
I am tucked away
Bead of sweat travels from my temple
To the low curve of my jaw
Waiting for lemonade
~
Tear in the brown paper bag
Crumpled and creased
At my elbow
Lemon yellow peeks through
Fingernail to citrus and the air erupts
Unexpected breeze like a kiss
Brings the heaven scent home
~
©Leigh-Anne Fraser 2011