Love Poetry For Couple

In the morning the light touches the walls like a painting the morning sun falling in thin brushstrokes her hair a dark tangle his face blurred with sleep Painting #1: How She Fell In Love With Him In this painting, she is wearing the red dress she likes to sleep in and it has fallen to her waist He is naked his arm curves around her his mouth pressing against her neck in the place she most

Sometimes the morning shakes itself from its moorings To this world and lifts skywards with a fighter jet's roar, Everyone lucky enough to be up and about looks to the east But the sound follows idly a much faster comet too quick For lazy eyes, so we ink in a sleek cross with exhausts And settle for sound in place of sight for peace of mind. A morning without wings, or

He catches rabbits in the paddock with spotlights. He catches frightened sand coloured luckless bundles, quivers of musk. He catches them alive with his hands. I thrive on this, complex and complete, like Australian heat. He makes our den with the foxes. We rest with eyes alert like spinifex, like silent red dirt. Editor: Andrew M. Bell

Mathematicians have worked out how to calculate the bounciness of a ball: (the coefficient of this x the cosine of that) + the differential of today's weather all � by a piece of string (and the speed of the train) = the same as dropping different balls together and seeing which ball has the