I lie shipwrecked on your body
Your liquid limbs enfolding me.
The touch of your electric hair
And your incandescent skin
Ignited me like a shooting star.
I still remember how your hand trembled
As you undid the buttons of your blouse.
I am like a butterfly
If you catch me then I die
So don’t try
To possess me.
Dunedin, NZ – October, 1971