On Melbourne summer days
everything looks scoured clean
the skin of the city
raw and tender beneath the beating heat
The New Year
too bright
too jaded
you break it in half over your knee
and refuse to believe its burgeoning possibilities
In those rare moments
when we are not inundated with kids
and bullshit problems to solve
I still might convince you
the sky is my lover
I will fling you over my shoulder
and take you to her
You will fight her for possession
and naturally win
no one fights the sky
like you
The pieces of 2012
are not beyond repair
its only early days
and the heat haze
makes you
glow
in copper and gold
I make no promises
though you ask for them regardless
with those hands
that voice
that conviction
Together we sip the dusk
and argue
over tomorrow
the sun tinkles like a wine glass
as it submits
once again
The cities skin
dimples in the cool
gathers the night around its shoulders
and shudders gently.
