Here’s the poem created for ‘The world can wait” exhibition in Toowoomba. This poem came about sitting on my front steps looking at the moon on a beautiful early winter night…
Lovers
Tonight I’m watching the
pregnant moon slow-dance
with a purple caped sky, and
thinking about how Neil Young
could fold love and desire
in the same corner of the night
When you come to me, it’s late
winter is talking in glass vowels
and the world is a fixed element
Tonight, I’ll love you in fiction
with hands to realise your face, and
a mouth to press you with diamonds
and the moon will hang like a
beautiful and radiant witness
over these limbs and breathless words
© Vanessa Page 2011
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This is truly a beautiful, absolute poem.