Skywriting

Lizzy and Me:

This dream begins on a beach. This dream begins with you and I walking side by side on a beach. You hold a stick and let it trail behind you leaving a line that follows us like the sticky shimmer left by a snail. This dream is full of our laughter crashing out of synch as the waves reach my bare feet before yours.

You walk on my outside.

We walk so long the line of our travels disappears behind us like skywriting fading in a breeze. And then a distant blob on the sand comes into view and transforms itself into a solid object. In this dream this object comes into view as a beautiful shell. And though I know you see it, that we both see it and at the same time, you are silent. You make no movement nor mention to suggest you have seen anything.

And as I think to say something to you, to say, "I see it too, I see the shell too," I suddenly understand you are leaving the shell there for me to discover. In this dream you want this thrill to be mine.

In this dream this thrill is mine.

"It's time to go...

Big Brother Australia."

Man that feels good.

Have a go!

Colour Me In

The truth is I feel many things at once, more than eleven though I’d like to confine it for the symbolism of this occasion.

Eleven months have I really known you, slept beside you, laughed and loved and wept - the way a box of colours offers life in the promise of amusement.

We have done so much living, (eleven months do I frame), you have slept beside me, laughed and loved and wept, and even at times we have washed some of our brushes hastily after the mess, like thieves cleaning any trace of existence. (You have taught me to choose more carefully).

Today I read an article in the newspaper written so poorly I couldn’t decipher it’s meaning. And I tell you this now because I have grown this way; to show you the picture after I paint it.

Eleven months you have let me win, shown me where to begin, like choosing which cause to believe in.

Quick when you come
Hot on my cheeks
Gentle on your tongue
Restless in your sleep
Heavy with a hunger
Wild in the ocean
Perfect in your laughter
Rhythmic beside me (inside me)
Soft on the verge
Hurried up the stairs
Silent when I’m not there

Eleven months have I loved your breathing.