In morning it should be…

this should not lie between us

this vacant routine of our bodies.

I rise ghostly, putting on opinions,

as the sun defuses through the days.

 

And across my copy of Blake’s poems

that I cherish like a day-dream, you

have unwittingly spread your bracelet

a ring, your chunky watch, and one

tissue, littering my life with yours.

(from Summerland; A Western Australian Sesquicentenary Anthology of Poetry and Prose. Ed. Alec Choate & Barbara York Main. UWA Press