If you could hear me now
I would tell you all about the Moon
and how she got brusies
when I bit her last night.
If you could hear me now,
I would tell you that
I’m hiding inside the cat
that sneaks around your building
every evening.
if you could hear me now
I would tell you how I want to kiss you
and put
my head on your chest
and read you
Richard Brautigan’s poem
about deer tracks
and maybe snuggle couple of dreams
to our bed…
If only you could hear me now.
Dharma Rain Jazz
Art Aboriginal/Claire Palmer