Earth breathes. Bounces jewelled beads
Upon star-shaped ferns, massed verdigris.
She clasps her tail; scarlet dragonfly settles
On her toes – envies a mosaic
Blue-bottled bushes; ochreous marigolds,
Pohutakawas summer dressed; blushing
Rubescent flowers, sanguine flesh
under ‘a heat-wrung sky’.
Embalmed. The old school bus
A shrine of floral fantasy kindles,
A marquetry of erotogenic ardour;
His and hers, chiselled together;
Pillowed on Japanese cushions, in which moonlit rivers
Unending flow and peonies, rich mature
Bend their imagination;
Silently folding into each other,
limbs intertwined – the linden and old oak.
Sleeping child stirs, murmurs.
Rain falls. Like Chinese Whispers;
Treads, disturbing harmony
On the battered tin roof
Spectostropic green light flickers,
As delirious pink skin whispers close
Glistening under light-fingered breeze’s caress
Fools call lust.
Pale fire; iridescent
clings to fluted bark
Tortured trees, crucified against the stem
Of the hill, madly erotic
The black horse leaps
Dances, plummets, plunges,
Brutally consumes floral ardour;
Moonbells leaping; peeling with laughter
Outside; a pig crunching.