Barely recovered
Just one glass
Sparked a flame
Wild rampaging
When you walked
Away
Strangely tended
Just one face
Lingers all night
Soothed, tamed
Falling rains
Stay
*Butterflies of Tasmania, Tasmanian Field Naturalists Club Inc. 1994.
She worships the sea
Sacred rituals on
Tepid tide
Sunday mornings
While I hide
Under cover
Worshipping
Its maker for
The very heart
Of her
Only time can elucidate
The depth of blue
Storms dissipate
Pulling confused debris
Out to sea
Endless treasures beneath
Though not a coin
Exchanged
No ill-gotten gain
Wilderness reserve
Sustained our futures' sake
Fables, myths and legends
Barely touch the surface
Canon of heartfelt
Love in its place
Delivered in waves
Washed ashore
Upon fate's call
We might meet
In this place
First, dip the toe
Wade to rocky outcrop
Float to surface
Let the affect
Carry you away
A bond ever-giving
Calling me to stay
Tell me, dear friend
Cool lover
So full
Of us and potential
Do you only love
For what you might
Obtain from such
A warm and generous
Soul denying
Herself?
A sacrificial kind
You will humbly assist
With their purpose
In life?
No greater love
Than one who
Forsakes (you for)
Oneself?
In my mind
We meet secretly
On the hidden stairwell
In the evening
Where I can hold
A hug for longer
Evading prying glance
In my mind
We go everywhere
On the hidden trail
In the wilderness
Where I can hold
A breath for longer
Exaling view entranced
To be alone
With you
In my mind
Need not reduce
The sweetest allure
To set of predictions
Hypotheses
Tested by a swarm
Of intelligent
Counter-arguments
The beauty of attraction
A mystery unfolding
A universe ever-expanding
Discovering new worlds
Within, by chance touch
Of your hand
Filling my senses
With the sight of you smiling
Chilling submerging
Downy white hairs Kissing your cheek Lines hugging face Curves cling to waist My eyes wrap round Your whole being Love who you are In every possible way A painter poised Dips nib on palette Tenderly caresses Curves and shades From whispers To grand gestures Silence fills blank space What's left unsaid Presence like a guest Stepping backwards Canvas a kaleidoscope Never erased
Grace me your presence
I'll show gratitude
With woven keepsakes
Letters penned with
Nervous fingers
Eyes squinting through
Brave smiles
Tinged with tears
Their worth on earth
Insignificant
Compared to the hours
Spent deliberating
From conception
To delivery
So many gifts
Not borne
Out of propriety
Cakes pretending to be
Bouquets of flowers
Dates quiet candle lit
Bars of mirrors
Flowing golden liquid
In glass walled shrines
Escaping the haste
To a yellow cottage
On the coast
With nothing but
A bottle, a book
And ourselves
Dreams that teach me
Who I am
To be
I'll be your mountain
You be my sea
For all onlookers
We are divided
On the beaches
But really
I fall
At your feet
Count the stars of heaven 