"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Thursday, February 19, 2015


In the brash brightness
Of the Australian summer
I see impertinent imperfections
That I missed
Under sifted Thai light
Of our incipient bliss.
But they make no difference
To the glory of your sweet skin.
It glows and parades
In tones and shades that gleam -
Toffee, honey and caramel cream -
Even as the sun shines and declines.

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