22 September 2017

Today I am smearing wattle across my eyes
hoping that the glow and pollen infect
and you find yourself defenceless.

I find myself sneezing whenever we cross
into the wind with senses distorted
trying to escape my burning eyes,
So that I don’t have to believe that I am golden
addictive and full of light that
even if it refracts off you
will at least have touched your soul.

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