Bora born
On the wind _
Downtown cairns this balmy tropical night
muffled jazz of trumpets kiss her new voice
around and about this restaurant of
choice. The surround sounds of life draw near.
Staccato beat buttons play blind man's bluff
for those night owls in need of direction.
Air heavy, thick as treacle perfumed by
Pollyanna's hibiscus flavoured flights
intoxicating pheromones about.
It moves this breeze, in anticipation
in joy, the quiet before the storm wafting
to gently touch the skin, shy with a need to
please and be noticed above gentle sighs.
Listen brother, the storm gathers her skirts
feel her breath on your face, as she spins like
a dervish, dressed down by nature, with
language hidden in whispers to the ear.
- O -
© feb 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
muffled jazz of trumpets kiss her new voice
around and about this restaurant of
choice. The surround sounds of life draw near.
Staccato beat buttons play blind man's bluff
for those night owls in need of direction.
Air heavy, thick as treacle perfumed by
Pollyanna's hibiscus flavoured flights
intoxicating pheromones about.
It moves this breeze, in anticipation
in joy, the quiet before the storm wafting
to gently touch the skin, shy with a need to
please and be noticed above gentle sighs.
Listen brother, the storm gathers her skirts
feel her breath on your face, as she spins like
a dervish, dressed down by nature, with
language hidden in whispers to the ear.
- O -
© feb 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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