Neon sign

Blue neon sign turns pink
Behind dark eyelids
Recalling a time when
I was blind to indifference
Rose coloured lens
Filtered all beautiful
Things said
Honed in like magnifying
Glass tipping rose
In my Hawaiian dreams
Pina colada parties
On edge of Princes Wharf
A mexican tall ship party
I gravitated to casino
Where you spin me round
Playing chance with me
Tattooed lady dance
Heart on my sleeve
Blue light revealing
Everything inside
Like a neon sign
Saying pick me
Bury Me Standing Bagel House Hobart Tasmania

Kissing in churches

Empty bluestone vessels
Walls laden with ancient paint
A sociological observation
In contrast our lives full of whole
Bodies vibrant with first touch of spring
Blessing to exist in these times
Legitimate love
Handed down by generations
Of queer folk missing
In aisles of pews
Meeting in coffee booths
And under apple trees
Unseen walls of tapestries
Growing in knowledge
Of the extent of love
Found within and without
Needing a place to quieten
Suspend all judgement
Fall into arms of lover
All other notions
Idealised
Idea lies
I'd hear lies
A gift of the person
Placed before me
The spirituality of
A healthy dose of wonderment

Riptide

Watching uncertainties
Ebb and flow
As warm cool currents
Change their mind
All year round
Receiving gifts
Too generous
For what we are
Suspended
Weightless
Insides heavy
Protest at lack of substance
Washed up grounded
Gasping crawling
Back to shoal
Do it all again
Bury Me Standing Bagel House artwork, Hobart

Wildflower

Centrepiece draws all attention
Table decoration licks
Falling drops of candle wax
Flicking in the breeze
Of open window
Soft whistling through teeth
Of leaf blades nestled
Together giving shelter
In tea tree and banksia
Boughs nod with agreement
Their finery would inspire
Long lasting admiration
Should their limbs
Ever capture her attention
Meanwhile a family
Of feathered miniatures
Snug handsomely
Peering from the outside
Of timber bars
Mirrored trap never fly or tap
Inside a cell
Mundane human paper sheets
Make wonderful bug feed
Nestling leaves
Full of words to please
While outside unnoticed
Every bird, bee and butterfly
Is free to dance with ease
Kreamart

All sorts

Allsorts of delicious
Layers of sweet ice
Tamed by salty slice
Black tooth grin
Contrasting layers
Colour and shadow
Within

Snow bow dawns over
Frost capped peak
Missing colours
From morning light
Dark cloud absorbs

Crying windows
Barely contain
Blaring music
Femme legends
Stomach wrenching
Tattooed filigree
Black and colour
Lyric collects
Drizzle

Allsorts of ways
To love another
Some to admire
Crystal cut jar
Shelved for next
Holiday when maybe
One to taste

Who has heart
To tell young girl
Inside
Allsorts for looks
But never to try

From another lover

The only thing that comes
Between us is the beautiful silence
That speaks endlessly
Like eyes of many lovers
When theirs meet mine
We know more than could ever
Be told with lips
Our hearts translate
Mysterious language
Both chiming on the hour
Wound up by sightings
Kept in sync by
Pearl stringed smiling
Singing in tune
With your chorus
Dancing backstage
Ever whispering
Between lines of time
Wondering who'll bring
Flowers on final
Velvet curtain
Holding hand high
To a full house
In wonderment
A musical with no lead
To steal your soft light

Four loves

A compass rose points
My north star orbits
Moonlit white terrain
Cool far removed
Never to venture again

Rising sun drifts
Over cool clear water
Soothing aches
Casting light
Shadows refrain

Blinding sundown
Burning red
Clouds chase away
Crashing into sea
Recuperate

Southern cross
Guiding terra firma
Holding lost soul
Warm by earthen light
Illuminate the night
Eternal delight
Night lights of nipaluna / Hobart