One fine day

A bundle of spring flowers 
Tied loosely with a curl
Of twine enveloped
By eucalypt sprigs
Like a peace offering
Lay at my feet
All sorts of smiles
Glances and reminisces
Scents hang around
Should you find
Alone turns lonely
Unexpectedly so
At the eleventh hour
Though not clock watching
Thoughts chime in chorus
The need to know
All is fine
Epacris impressa

Love no limits

Monumental greatness
Can be obtained
By simply containing
All adoration
Safe within
Much trepidation
To give it away
Knowing it may spoil
Be despised or downtrodden
A monolith of affection
For one
Flourishing
Behind closed eyes
A life adorned

Entertainer

Today I humbly entertained an idea
no cavalcade or ceremony required of me
Bouquets of Floriade a capital idea
but did not lend itself to such as this

Flowery words showered upon it
simply dampened the stunning silence.
A blossoming of two minds
entwined in a moment

Such dangerous liaisons
could spark a whole rumination
Lightning flashes
- all is calm

Such adventures I could take you on
if only such an idea
Would dance with me
till dawn

Swoon

Long awaited smiling moon
Through dark nights
I have missed you
Surely my love is gazing
Upon you while wondering
When this phase ends
Before another one pulls
At my heart threads
All the tender places
Ache and burn
Stern hands bring no ease
While night flits lightly
Across her face in golden
Flames licking at window
I feel closer to her
Looking at moon, alone
Singing song from childhood
Words revive from
Somewhere out there

Indolent as the sinking sun

Indolent as the sinking sun
Tucked in beneath the sheets
Of stratus hovering on skin
Up to her lady's chin

Propose a new locution
To discern a lover's toil
Mute and bewildered
By the tragic dimming light

For blazing sensitivity
Could ne'er reduce the spoils
Of cherished forest nymph on lute
Of loss mythologised

Tame the darkest craving
Urge of new moon water signs
Embody all we never spake
Through threads touched by desires
Lake Dobson, Mt Field, lutruwita / Tasmania