Mt Victoria Poem I

the bungalows are bathed in late afternoon love
the sun is the best seductrix
she is warm, enveloping and reasonably predictable
the somnolence and the sofa
& all that is missing is you
there is comfort in the wooden grandeur of the architecture
solace in the golden silence of autumn's afternoon

Laptop Seduction

I was lying in bed thinking about you
I had vowed to try and sleep
--the gravitational pull was too strong
the laptop is no surrogate (your keys are softer and more responsive).
I just want to snuggle up next to you
feel the warm imprint of your body
and listen to the deepness of your breathing
& come to you in the ink of sleep like an incubus.
Feel the rhythmic rising and falling of your diaphragm
the breathy exhalations you make
I am envious of the oxygen which is drawn deep inside you.