Dream State (1993)

my own private idyll, was one night spent with you
alone, dishevelled, shivering cold
no fire could ever warm this platonic soul
until you invade the quiet desert of solitude
no moon, star, cloud pierce the open silence
to smell your hair, taste your sweat and spit
feel your unshaven chin beneath
shovelling, withdrawing sweetness and seed
and lovingly embrace that gushing stream

running on empty, loneliness was peace to you
your embrace, kisses were passionate and bold
no lover, could ever imagine as you unfold
your vulnerable, slender, shape without lassitude
no words describe the beauty of that season
not any breath feel the joy of deliverance
to taste the salty hot gush as you come
shrilly, convulsing, where pleasure and soreness meet
feel your swollen pangs cleave
shivering, desiring a tight embrace and sleep
and breadth to breadth fall into another dream


1 November 1993
11.50 pm
Surfers Paradise