skinny little races with the colour green and her shiny molten friends

shimmering, glistening rocks, of greed, glory and glamour


itchy and aching,

dancing under fluorescent white lights

matching two-pieces and aggressive smiles

collar bones and cold champagne.

tiny bites, tiny waists, tiny-tight-rope walkers.


cosmic-cultivated curiousity

tall hands, strands of skies,

bold and boisterous bouts of being, beside-ourselves

sweaty mornings, momentous silences, micro-cosmic melodies

melting, moving, making

attuned to the winds of,


all mess, all un-dress, always blessed; all this bliss.