Far away,
I see you best:
fresh as a blood orange
when I close my eyes.
Your breath on my neck,
as warm as toasted walnuts,
trickles through olive trees.
I sit in the shade
and sip the ruby elixir
of you.
Diana Devlin is a Scottish-Italian poet living near Loch Lomond. A former translator, lexicographer and teacher, Diana now writes full time and shares her life with a husband, two daughters, a Jack Russell and two eccentric cats. Her work has been published both online and in print and she is working towards her first collection. She is a member of several writing groups and enjoys sharing her poetry at public events.
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