Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why

It's been a long, looooooooooonnnnng day, and I am very tired, so I shall offer you this photo of the corner of this sandstone building here in Hobart town. In apology for the lack of (vaguely) amusing banter, here is a poem of mine, which dates somewhere in the vicinity of 1998.

Audrey is a Bed

Enamoured,
Audrey waits.
A serene scene;
lush with stylish strokes of elegance.


And I won't be able to sleep
with you
waiting stoically
on my mind.
Comfortably naked
shapeless
yet with perfect shape.


This is what I want
Unquestionable assurance:
refuge-
sanctity in your sanctuary.
And hold me now,
come to me
and I ache


Wrapped in gentle arms,
the darkness bright,
I hope to slide inside you
down deeper
and deeper
Tonight


And perhaps I can
spend forever here
with you.