of searing heat –
to fade. Cruel wind,
Fireballs on the harbour,
electric, neon light,
laughter floating on a breeze –
seductive voice, a Williamstown night.
Each flame a lifetime’s story;
kaleidoscope of dreams,
lovers and stolen kisses,
beggars, kings and queens.
A yacht sways on the ocean;
freedom opens her eyes,
seconds linger infinitely,
the moment comes alive.
Knowing eyes speak wisdom
and hint at the joy of living
the free life of the daring,
of a need so carefully hidden.
‘It’s gravity, baby’,
and that’s how it started:
three whispered words
under the bleachers,
pulled into orbit.
From tongues of flame,
before flicking faster into long, thirsty nights
of lying thisclose, seeking new worlds
and unexplored places;
the smoke on your breath promising
freedom and danger.
A nevermore season of quicksilver moments
beneath a peeping-tom moon
suddenly ended, just like it started –
there’s a point during free-fall
where you pause to consider
whether to brace or just to surrender.
For a second or two
you feel like you’re floating
then the ground rushes up
to show you how endings
can sound like beginnings
is just gravity,
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