Self Portraits. January 2011.
Twilight.
Twilight, its nearly night.
Draw me closer,
the night air is like paint
it comes closer to me,
and licks at my feet like an
in coming tide.
I draw you closer,
on this ridge of clean air
I stand and touch your rough skin,
closer still, I am stilled
by a distant call which
is carried on the air,
crisp as the crunch
of an autumnal leaf.
we are close now
and I take a step inwards,
my heart beats, beats, beats,
as I inhale deeply
a moment passed, forever
with me. I carry you always
within me.
3/4/12
Looking up.
Luna Park.





