Bora born
Heads she wins tails you lose _
Delvish shadows play out under foxtail
palms near the lagoon on cairns esplanade.
Legs crossed, he holds up the tree, spot now fixed
feet bared, dressed in blue denims unwashed bling
a piebald mask flatters his joker's head.
Bob Marley's ‘three little birds' rise from
the beat box set to soft in island mode.
His body art draws her in, cinnamon
beauty, raw in perfect form, her mobile
image ready, reaches out set to stun.
The tropical breeze senses her presence
perfumed in sensual revelations.
She moves closer, zones remix, youth persists
as he tilts a long smile under a mask
of a horse's head from someone's lost stage show.
- O -
© sep 2010 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
palms near the lagoon on cairns esplanade.
Legs crossed, he holds up the tree, spot now fixed
feet bared, dressed in blue denims unwashed bling
a piebald mask flatters his joker's head.
Bob Marley's ‘three little birds' rise from
the beat box set to soft in island mode.
His body art draws her in, cinnamon
beauty, raw in perfect form, her mobile
image ready, reaches out set to stun.
The tropical breeze senses her presence
perfumed in sensual revelations.
She moves closer, zones remix, youth persists
as he tilts a long smile under a mask
of a horse's head from someone's lost stage show.
- O -
© sep 2010 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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