Lover

Your calloused palm against the nape of my neck
reminds me of caterpillars floating down on a leaf,
freshly detached from a pale eucalyptus.
I marvel at the bright colours
that splash the insides of my head.
I am reminded of giddying swing rides;
of steep downhill slopes; and my stomach –

still at the edge, while I free fall.

Before I know it, your hand travels.
And I slowly sink into a lake – calm; deep; green

peppered with a night fisherman’s clear singing –

while my heart quietly explodes into a thousand sighs. 

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