Her eyes no longer red and raw
her hair fell across her face
a curtain of privacy
till he held her hands
a streak of lightning broke the spell
she drew herself up
like a wilted flower grasping at the sun
holding her face in his hands
he tasted the doubt on her tongue
pain on the roof of her mouth
before she gave in
shaking off the past
like raindrops off umbrellas
copyright J Tacken 24.3.2015