<p>when we love, we will be like sugar gliders. sucking eucalyptus sap and honeydew, as though they were the only two things in the world close to our love. you will kiss my pink nose and tell me how soft this feeling is, how you would look for it everywhere between bottlebrush and banksia. when […]</p>
when we love, we will be like sugar gliders. sucking eucalyptus sap and honeydew, as though they were the only two things in the world close to our love. you will kiss my pink nose and tell me how soft this feeling is, how you would look for it everywhere between bottlebrush and banksia.
when we love, it will be like family picnics spread out across the bush. watching the children collect gumnuts, we will call them our loves. each gumnut will be plain and simple at first sight, but later blossom under covers, in the dark where sweetness is home. they will flower into sparks and float on lips and feathered tips.
we will hold each other. we will soar.