We keep turning up
Speaking out
Toning down
Turning round
Taking in
Pulling through
Carrying on
Easing to
Holding over
Standing under
Side by side
Nowhere else
But here
That really matters
What if
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Category Archives: Tasmania
Crooks n Nannies
Protagonist
More significant
Placeholder no need for you
To reciprocate
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
Maybe
Maybe someone
Could love me
Just as I am
She said
Hold each other's stories
In kind open hands
Receive all of the words
With wonder and applause
Bring all their friends
To cherish and adore
In the meantime
She reasoned
That someone is me
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
Sunrise eyes
Hiding in the shadow
Golden yellow halo
Curls and waves fall
Frame her face
Fixed on me
Two sapphire gems
So blindingly bright
I take pictures
With my mind
Side-glances
While capturing
All the beauty
Earth and sea
In between
Rocky shore
Where still waters
Lap at oyster shells
Wings open to glide
Over river mirror
Reflections everywhere
Stories shared
Held carefully
Between clasped hands
Tendrils of time
Sweeping to and fro
Pulsing on ribbons
Streamers glistening baubles
Twirling with rising tide
Teasing her threads
Of sterling silver
Platinum
Softly wavering
All is quiet
Eyelids broaden
Peripheral vision
Stunning finds
Laced with regret
Submerged fields
Bottlegreen satin
Thickets thinning
With age old wisdom
Does anyone listen
When seeing nothing
Left for our children?
She paddles solo
As the echo chamber
In my head repeats deafeningly
What's down there?
Love like
A body of water
Still reflecting sky
Seemingly inanimate
Yet underneath
Life abounds
In tepid pools
Embankments bare
Except for wintering
Trees naked as we came
Trickling down
Not reaching for
Anywhere or anything
All flows in
Saying Come to me
I am here
Count the stars of heaven 