Sun, red like burning copper rises
behind the black sword-leaf eucalyptus.
All too soon he is white
up above a pink haze.
Piercing a veil of sleepy consciousness
he paints a huge warm stripe across the table
and covers me.
He grazes my shoulder,
kisses a cheek
holds my hand
combs my hair
as I stay very still,
absorbing his heat.
My face turns
to watch him with closed eyelids
and my soul hums with his longed for touches …
What will you do today he asks.
I will love you just as I loved you yesterday and the day before that.
But I won’t stay he whispers.
I know. But I will love you still because I don’t know how to stop.
In a flurry of black and white wings
magpies chatter and drown his reply.
But I think he said
This love will kill you.
Shall I abandon you then?
Would you prefer my indifference?
Would I shine by my absence?
But he doesn’t answer.
He finds a cloud and disappears.