Mary Lavers


Candlelight Kisses

An Amateur Reading of P. K. Page

I love her words, she said,
Reading Salt Mines and Rain
As she sipped my wine
And handed me
A clove-flavoured cigarette
To suck and hold.

I love her words, she said,
Is that enough?
While pouring
Her glorious hair
Onto the page of Page.

Her eyes grew dim
As she lowered her hands
And hid them
In the shadows of candlelight,
Her hands so soft,
So soft I could taste them,
Caressed the images
Which her tongue could not speak.

I love her words, she said,
As she gave them to me
With a single tear.

P. K. Page

November 23rd, 1916—
January 14th, 2010

Photo courtesy of Patricia Young