Intimacy

standing together in a crowded QR train
with a brand new hat bought at the EKKA
hardly equates to consuming intimacy 

yet when we got seats at Caboolture
you rested your head on my shoulder
and slept easily – 

filling me 
with that sweetness which glows
unashamedly 

shy glances from the ear-phoned lass
with braces on her teeth
confirmed she agreed
© 15 August 2008, I. D. Carswell

Hear Me Cry My Eulogy

Stay within the warmth of me
and lie at rest – I won’t deny I
feed upon your strength. Lest
you forget I hunger more along
your length and breadth than
orphaned eyes seek succour
from their loneliness. Stay for-
ever meshed, entrained inside
the fluid flow of movements
slow & languorous – blessed
are we to share this trancelike
closeness, caressing moments
infinite without regret. Stay a
while – I’ll drain the venom of
your vigour and digest your
offering. Hold me tight in arms
afraid and breathe my name
in wonderment. Wait a while
and hear me cry my eulogy.
© 10 January 2008, I. D. Carswell