Writing in Whangarei

Nga Parua 16

trembling archipelagos of birds

gusts and eddies of tribal gull calls

the sky populated

by a deluge of caressses

between black sheets

on fields of extinct lava

the silence of shadows

and the girl of honey who swims there

living in that tree

a glow of lunar light

she spreads out

under her skirt of tui

the fristion of lips

sleeping slips of minute lace dancing

in the marsh of night

perpetual triangles entangled

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