Tasmania

I live in a winter jungle

that sits in the middle of a cloud

where you inhale mountains

and sigh rivers,

overlooking bottomless canyons

and rolling fields of golden earth.

This misty and ancient rainforest

is a sacred place I share

with exotic birds and curious mammals,

with thunderous waterfalls

perched in wild forests;

quite literally in the middle of nowhere

there lies this Paradise I call

home.

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Dream You

I dreamed of you again

last night

your distant shadowland

hovered upon my silhouette

long enough to leave

a distinct impression

on the cold bedsheets.

It’s been years

yet the curve of your jaw

still holds my memory

the curl in your hair

is still my favourite shape

and the edges of your tongue

are still familiar weapons.

My dream you

had a dream her:

her eyes still unforgiving

full of pity

like your smile

with arms that intertwine yours

and lips pressed closely

to the ear I used to kiss.

When I woke

I felt a familiar ache

under my rib cage

but this time

I also felt a little lighter.