A Spy in the House of Love

Sunset over kunanyi

She was grateful that hypnotised by the sun’s reassuring splendour and the sea’s incurable restlessness, her own nerves did not recoil and spring within her to destroy this moment of repose.

Book by Anais Nin

Mays Beach, Tasmania

Harbouring

Well may all harbour
Ill feeling
As constant as
Heavenly bodies orbit

As rolling swell lifts
Carries me toward
My destination
Quaint boat shed

Only one fish
To be seen
Grasses weeds sponges
Sand wrinkles between

Two laps of this ocean
Though not counting
No walls to bounce off
Just freedom

So it is with
Harbouring love
Quietly, waves surge
Crash on shores

Squeal of delight
Taken by surprise
Gentle forces
Holding me, floating
Blackman’s Bay Beach lutruwita / Tasmania

Dreamers beware

A vast chasm lies
Beneath the Tasman Sea
Five thousand more
Yards deep

So too, the lover
Defender of truth
Bathe unseasonally
Still waters

While gargantuan
Creatures long to graze
Upon tawny flesh
Deliciously

So well, dream of all
Paradisic lands end
Where lone journey
Supposed meets our need

When really -
Chill of waves barely
Metered by sun's rays
So is love's gaze
Upon bedrock of reason
Derwent River Tasmania

What if?

Two soothsayers
Cureall for one another's
Heart-rending pain
You light up my face
Laughter fills the space
Inside my haunted places
While I, humbly now
Know my way around
Herbs and potions
In the kitchen
Feeling your hunger
Like an affliction
Aches like shell bones
Lying on weathered stones
Muscles and sinew
Melt at the touch
Waves wash over you
Under the spell
Of our lips
Tide is in