After Beaufort - Before the Lake:
She teaches me about communication
There is wisdom in her words
skin near ageless her smile pulls me in
I do not fear abandonment..
Forest enters her mind and spirit
Earth, fingers, leaves, veins, connection
The many water-colours do not go unnoticed
Eucalyptus in the cold air
I hear nails against strings from across the continent
And feel her with me
My closest friend
and so much more..
We were just hanging off beams and smiling
talking with our eyes
talking with our eyes.
laying naked in silence
my mind went still..
For the very first time.