i.

I think perhaps
a whisper
is enough ~

my awakening face
sliced from the womb
this first day

will you be my clever man
my man
of high degree?

I erupt in lush vegetation
a secret serpent
coiled

ready to strike
a deadly embrace
bowl-shaped hollows

Kantju
Kali-tongue
flicking

ii.

In dreamtime, you summoned me,
i was dust gathering to your feet,
but you loved me into existence
and you carried me to the river and
the waterfall,
I fell with you and we wore lotus blossoms
with damp impressions

we walked a thousand miles of red earth,
unusual songs of smooth rocks and silver brush
that burst into flames

I wiped away tears.

iii.

fate is not an act that is soon
forgotten
perfect lucidity
is the silence
that plucked your face
from all that sea
and wrote your name
in all that dust
like sand art,
swirling into a canvas
of dark seeds
dreaming of sun
and home,
just around the bend
of your arm.