Bora born
Hell's bells _
By the pathway her body spreads, cloth in hand
tossed on the sand beach chosen by dawn's soft light.
The early morning park run telescopes by
in a kaleidoscope of taught legged bottoms
fleshed skin tight in lycra's fetching flexing glance.
Her inner world has surfaced to catch the first
faint rays of the winter sun's warm orange chi.
Honey skin from youth's eternal glow centres
her body song on fast food's remembrance of
energy lifts park run legs would seldom know.
She disrobes her underclothes beneath a beach
towel in a futile attempt at privacy.
Somewhere life's disconnects have multiplied
to bring her here, the sun's solace water born
the ALL ebbs and flows before her semblance on life.
Mendacious rhythms explore her fragile thoughts
in a public expression of self interest.
Too easily the fabric unravels as mind
fiddles then fumbles in a conversation
with an intimate friend who's sadly not there.
- O -
© 5th june 2015 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes are here.
tossed on the sand beach chosen by dawn's soft light.
The early morning park run telescopes by
in a kaleidoscope of taught legged bottoms
fleshed skin tight in lycra's fetching flexing glance.
Her inner world has surfaced to catch the first
faint rays of the winter sun's warm orange chi.
Honey skin from youth's eternal glow centres
her body song on fast food's remembrance of
energy lifts park run legs would seldom know.
She disrobes her underclothes beneath a beach
towel in a futile attempt at privacy.
Somewhere life's disconnects have multiplied
to bring her here, the sun's solace water born
the ALL ebbs and flows before her semblance on life.
Mendacious rhythms explore her fragile thoughts
in a public expression of self interest.
Too easily the fabric unravels as mind
fiddles then fumbles in a conversation
with an intimate friend who's sadly not there.
- O -
© 5th june 2015 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes are here.
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Hell`s bells _
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