Head over Heels over Head

We lie in bed, her hair touched my wrist
as trees touch, we stand together
in the forest, fronds and leaves and
fingertips, this soft communication
in a soughing breeze, winds call us,
pitched into the ocean, we dive in,
man and woman turning handstands
on the seabed’s mounds and  whorls,
the imprints of our thumb and palm
and slowly we fall back, roll down
in mattresses of marram grass
or on the cliff’s edge, springy turf
we lie in bed…

Dominic James

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