In retrospect

24/10/2009

Passing traffic blur
And cicada-song burst,
While sweat is dripping
All over us:
A rainy lacquer,
Light-refracting body gloss.

It all stops.

* * *
I step out onto
Balcony:

Burning up
Cigarette halos,
Watching the jacaranda's
Lose their lilac snow,

The ghostly curtains
Sweeping up a
Summer breeze
At the edge of
Toes –

Not realising the whole
Time I was
Tapping syllables
With my fingers
Making haikus with
My body.