mrs midas - carol ann duffy

• my fingers wiped the others glass like a brow
• now the garden was long and the visibility poor
• the dark of the ground seems to drink the light of the sky
• dream milk burned in my breasts
• the look on his face was strange, wild, vain
• within seconds he was spitting out the teeth of the rich
• we all have wishes; granted. but who has wishes granted?
• the kiss that would turn my lips to a work of art
• who can live with a heart of gold
• that was the last straw
• his hands, his warm hands on my skin, his touch