The exchange of an apple

For a kiss

What should be sweet bliss

Undone by a twist

Of temptation...

Goals, gains

The fitness wheel

Best body, grains

Pyramid of food

Niggles, sprains

Pushing through

Dullness, chains

Reps like a fool...

The morning commute

Amidst an army of charcoal suits

Stepping through rain-washed streets

Droplets pausing on eaves

The rattle of a keychain

in the paint-peeled entryway

opening to an empty place

and single light source

Outside the low grey sky

Clouds silently sinking

On the steel horizon

The cool winter’s air lacking fire...

First pots clanging from the kitchen

Then blankets falling from the cupboard - not much room in

A stubbed toe

An itchy eye

Dancing mischief does my head in...

“Babe! Where’s my boots?!”

She laughs and spins

Twirling on gravel

Next to his ute

Parking lot

Old stone hotel

On a hilltop

Brumby country

Slinking her tanned arm

into the tray

to pull out his Blundies

He hollers and steps -

sun setting -

grabbing her waist and

drawing her in for a kiss....

In art, the word liminal

appears so often it fades

into white walls

failing to exist

beyond the tight black text

embedded as bold statement

declaring implicitly

that the artist is undecided,

unpersuaded by a notion

of reality -

debating with demons

unseen spectres

threatening indecision

of either youthful opinions

or the experience of

forgiveness....

I dreamt last night

I saw you on the streets

Of the city

In which once we lived

And maybe loved

Though it’s hard to know

From this distance

I heard last night

As if from behind my shoulder

A whisper

And I knew at once

This echo of you

Though it’s hard to know

In this instance

I tilt my head

Tell myself I feel your breath caress

My neck

In that sweet spot

Where you favoured flirting

But it’s h...

Wafts of strawberries

And fresh cream

With a twist of mint

Undertones of raspberries

Fern and bracken

Mineral flint

Whole sour cherries

On oak leaves

Bramble hint

Plums and gooseberries

Sweet peaches

Ever since...

I have never been more excited

To see the sunrise

reflected in your eyes

To hear the notes

Of songwriters and poets

Declaring their love

In a letter

To feel the warm embrace

And the sweet taste

Of your lips

Glancing as if an eclipse

May soon reveal what is hidden

A message sent

In weather crisp and

in time for me to have forever

To be more excited

More elated

To visit the postmaster

In the pos...

The narrow boat

Afloat

Amidst a flotilla

Not a scintilla

Of hesitation

Amongst bows and oars

And awesome

Bodies bronzed

With sock tans

Worn by zootie fans

In caps and attitude

To settle old feuds

About which first eight

Would win this race

And claim their place

In history

While the novice

Nobbled by nerves

Trembles

Wistfully...