Sunday, October 12, 2008

Sensed Through Opaque Windows

It’s hard to understand architecture
when my past is sea and desert.

It could be that these things are not
simultaneous.
When you kiss me and the inside of your mouth is the colour of mulla mulla, it makes my feet burn. Then, I am standing on the red earth in the middle of the day and a girl’s voice shouts “you look deadly sis”.
Beside you now in this rectangle of flowers, in the pocket of my black jersey dress, my fingers find forgotten cherry pits (I ate them to wash those last words out of my mouth)

These pieces of memories I haven’t known
lie lightly.

Undone by the closeness of the ocean, forgetting returns in pieces. With the skin of my body resting on the skin of your body. We form small patches of darkness between us-
As smoke, leaving, the fire aspires to a more spacious form.

Todays encased
in yesterdays
Tiny birds in eggshells

4 comments:

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

One of my favourites.

Stu said...

I'm glad I found my way to your blog. Your work has a magical quality.

Thanks for friending me on Facebook.

- Stu

Michelle said...

Lovely, Amanda. I so enjoyed reading this.

Richard Taylor said...

This one is particularly good!