Consider the voice of the nightbird,
how it seeks assurance from the approaching sun
then fills its mouth with starlight.
I have heard the nightbird and thought of you.
I have made a bracelet from a string of low stars
and fastened it to your wrist.
With a hawk's feather I have traced
the curve of your breasts as you slept -
the goose-bumps erupting under my thumb
as I counted your ribs.
You speak in the dark, and our fingers
explore a certain kind of flaming.
Let us be like the dolphins,
sharing each other's breath
through bad water, through calm water.
by Anthony Lawrence
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| Australian bird © Jennifer Phillips |
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