One going out to my Darwin homies doing it tough in the Build-Up – the end is in sight. x
Rift
After the storm
I forget the raging fight
I was having with my town.
After the storm
curtain blows across my breasts,
memory plays at my lips.
The rain has soothed the fury of the sand.
The ocean curls its lip, a rip
lures you to Indonesia.
The western sky catches fire.
On the other side of forgiveness,
pink clouds make you think:
you should never rely on a storm but always
kiss it the minute it comes home.
Extradition
The rain done.
The beach swept by sunset.
The moon has half a mind
and all of the night
to chase the culprits. Clouds speed
towards another state.
I can feel the heat and the release in these Sandra!
Ah, yes, Graham – it’s one of those see-sawing love affairs at the moment. Can’t wait ’till the monsoon finally arrives. Thanks for stopping by.