the sky floats up, gazing out with lips of steel, a shiny branch surrendering to summer’s sigh, her iris a cats eye, marble blue, her pupil a dark wand.
ii.
play with me, draw me out of the dark,
let me sing to you a sea-song where the waves somersault and crash to the shore,
where the wind, wild as wild, faints to breathe the wakening sky.
iii.
see how i write in passages, faint-waves of summer’s mists where the rain dips her pen in the grey-ink cloud.
iv.
searching for your ghosts, the deep whirling of the streamy sea with its wine-red roses like coloured glass dance as i gather whispers of strangeness and sun, blossoming, shrink-edged like an opalescent pool, all of it, you.
v.
days of watery rags and rubber tyres, red snake of summer’s ribs, the stones of the stormy sun, gathering the landscape where tonight the moon will rise for love you will loosen my hair and i will kiss your throat.