Slow-motion love affair

Slow-motion love affair

Slow-motion love affair

Around you is an infinite
thickening of chords; you grow
dense with pale scripts like
children’s breath; a thousand minute
inflections from his voice
and eyes and hands, this
precarious uncanny balancing.

                             Each touch
laden with intricacies, continuous
as the crumpled yellow gum blossom
falling ceaseless to coat the drying
clothes, the damp red paint;
a subdued epiphany of slow-motion.