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.