Your words,
strawberry-foamed woven gold
sugar-coated damp promises,
gently align
in the empty spaces of oblivion,
lovingly entwine
with the cloudy texture of my prayers
on your heavy silver letters.
Your images,
sparkle-covered bubbly waves
sunshine-bathed crooked smiles,
silently mock
my perception of distance,
gently block
my coy attempts to trust
on shiny hard photographs.
Your deeds,
honour-wrapped smart moves
ever-correct firm steps,
slowly increase
the cracks in our connection,
gently tease
the loss of common ground
in jokingly told anectodes.
Layers of you.
Why can't they all
belong to me?
P.S. I just noticed now that the title 'Australia' might be a bit misleading. This poem is written for or rather about my boyfriend who is currently in Australia, just so you know who the poem addresses (:
Thanks for reading!
