Love Poetry For Couple

A Bogong moth darts out of darkness to seize fire - it�s burned away its tarsi, yet continues to swoop, kiss, careen, sizzle, fluttering and candle-banging like fawn-crazed Nijinski. I look up from my book accepting the immortal, fatal dance of life and light, like Icarus�s father resigned to watch his flying boy hurl against brilliance. When you were a baby night crying, often the

Thoughts of the Father Ku / Work on What Has Been Spoiled � Setting right what has been spoiled by the father. Danger. No blame rests upon the departed father. He receives in his thoughts the deceased father. It hurts when you know thoughts of the father are in the son like a repertoire of non-events. Thinking how the father spoiled the son, the sons of broken marriages, my own. Not '

Marco Polo Maybe it�s the natural extension of immigration. Maybe it�s the awesome travel bugs, making my wife�s feet uncommonly itchy. I�m not surprised, at any rate, to hear the paediatrician�s nickname for our son. �Marco Polo� suits his - in utero - trajectory along the Silk Road, from Kublai Khan�s Forbidden City to the snow-covered stones of a caravanserai in central Turkey

In one of the side streets of a small hot town off the highway we saw the garage, its white boards peeling among fronds and palings. The sun had cut a blaze off the day. The petrol pump was from the sixties� of human scale and humanoid appearance it had a presence, seemed the attendant of our adventures on the road, the doorman of our chances. We pulled in, for nostalgia, onto

Someone forgot courtesy and politeness. Someone forgot to rinse off the weed killer. Someone forgot to turn off the billing software. Someone forgot to rent the crowd. Someone forgot to tell the owners of the 4 million cars sold in China. Someone forgot to bring the Zombie-Killing Manual. Someone forgot to tighten the sidestay shackle. Someone forgot to tell Rocky. Someone forgot to strap down