by Rebekkah Law
- Night is luxurious –
Lets water lap its languid tongue
along the shore as we stroll our shadows away;
Asks dear moon: Would you lower your gaze tonight?
Lets garden variety lust
swell up between our toes;
Claims our hearts for a symphony of steel drum solos,
Lets sweaty obscurity pass
her hands over our bodies;
Gifts our mouths to salty pleasure.
- Night is salacious –
Holds tight your lovers whispered promises
learns to share them with you in solitude;
Sliding sandy fingers down your spine one at a time,
Holds your skirt while the sea
sucks your ankles into walking hickies;
Guides humidity to pool through your sacrum,
withholds oxygen from your lungs so the little moths
living there have to flirt with the cilia to survive;
Gently licks you into delirious oblivion.
Rebekkah is a Meanjin-based creative who loves the ocean and the arts. She enjoys playing with her food and has recently decided to spend more time playing with words. Other things you can find Bek doing include: devising theatre, making earrings and dancing for the joy of it!