swim

Home Bay is no
Lake Taupo, but I still felt the
orange coursing through me
this time lashed with salt
and flanked by
three on-lookers

this time I was prepared, bikini bottoms on
(which was just as well, due to the un-company)
and black attire, so as to avoid the water
seeping through (or at least, the appearance of...)

the cars climbing up the bridge's slope
whispering to me still here, just changing
and I knew in this moment
there are things coming in the future
and they will be
great

I just knew.
(there is power in my adult-ish youth, I can
feel it)

and
this time, I ran:
all the way
home.

swim

my citrine centre shining,

  bursting out of its body

 trying to get

   to the future

first -

it leapt into the country's

  Greatest Lake, before I'd had a chance

to reason:

  A human; being ...

mirroring last summer, and

this summer's prequel

  some sort of future -

Oh I love 

  myself, alone

 having felt 

 to feeling

others, and I. 

arrival

I walked into the room

and they had Tarot out

they changed clothes uninhibited

they knew their left sides

  of their bodies

  were feminine

they knew sex was a topic

  open for discussion

they put their legs around their heads

  just casually while talking

and most had crystals 'round their necks

and I knew I was home.

tarawera (after taupo)

both feet (blue)

of both feet:
knee soaked,
with hand-hold and
hand-picked,
being cared for, for caring's sake
and still having some
slight shake from the morning

being convinced and confident
of times since and
thereafter
and before --
"years and years" say I, in the
aftermath he holds his hand over love
... and drives us.

the contract

You know it is going to be

         Forever.

You know.

   You decide, you

go.   When you come back, 

  everything is the same. 

  Having felt through the anxiety of

changed rhythms and 

plain speeches and 

    hurtling. Into the morning 

         with phantoms and fantasies

up around your head

(though coming thick and ordinary from mine)

-- a sign of the times, he, thirty-one, says

though she says, 

"Welcome to the '70s."