(for Brett Whiteley)
And there you are.troubled eyes
turned away
from the mirror in your hand
A self portrait
/unfinished/
languishing in beauty
blue
as a sea
of deep warm eyes
turned away
from the mirror in your hand
A self portrait
/unfinished/
languishing in beauty
blue
as a sea
of deep warm eyes
a model on your bed
bares thighs
so cream
they need no lips
to whisper
lick me
lick me
fractured light swims on an ocean
of breasts
and bottoms
bellies which stretch
and yawn
into the deepest blue
the blue of watching eyes