Bora born
Painted lady _
A coloured lady walks this way
honey brown cultured skin, relaxed
textured over last winters' pearl
white glow, summer sizzle blended.
She sits down beside her lover
his dark skin made as he was born.
She meets his gaze with soft blue eyes
cheeks flushed pink, rose lips shimmer red.
She remembered the icy chill
of the mountain streams' morning bath.
Blue lips chattered, as naked breasts
built dark rubies from pink round beds.
Nordic blonde hair, caresses her
shoulders, bleached white from midday suns.
Beauty moles befriend young freckles
dapples of brown where white still holds.
To see him would make you wonder
why coloured people are so named.
Wake up, to the world around you
the mirrored bowl, tossed salads blend.
- O -
© dec 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
honey brown cultured skin, relaxed
textured over last winters' pearl
white glow, summer sizzle blended.
She sits down beside her lover
his dark skin made as he was born.
She meets his gaze with soft blue eyes
cheeks flushed pink, rose lips shimmer red.
She remembered the icy chill
of the mountain streams' morning bath.
Blue lips chattered, as naked breasts
built dark rubies from pink round beds.
Nordic blonde hair, caresses her
shoulders, bleached white from midday suns.
Beauty moles befriend young freckles
dapples of brown where white still holds.
To see him would make you wonder
why coloured people are so named.
Wake up, to the world around you
the mirrored bowl, tossed salads blend.
- O -
© dec 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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