All it takes,
is the accidental brush of an arm
against bare areola at 5 a.m,
to set off that inflamed reaction
of mouth devouring mouth.

Velveteen in the warmth of the dark,
the dough of our limbs lie slick,
after-notes of pheromones and sweat
lingering like aerosol mist.

It’s morning.
We oversleep yet again.

Southern Spring

In the shade of the liquid amber,
thorny pods scuttle.

We recline on mounds of dust.
Afternoon light spills,
and our eyes become
sepia satellites.

Yoshino cherries flecked cotton white,
shimmer in a rash of buds,
throbbing, trembling
six weeks too premature.

Spring usurps early again, this year
and the fuchsia fists
of sleeping magnolias
rustle and bloom
in equal confusion.

Dreamtime Reverie

A patch of emerald yawns open.
We venture into the nebula,
floating in the eucalypt heart
of sclerophyll forests.

Speckled sunlight plays
through gaps in gumtrees.
Kookaburras laugh hidden
in the green. Our feet planted
on this wide brown land,
we have journeyed around
the sun six times.

The trill of a distant brook
draws us in. Our bodies break
into lambent light, as we rise,
spirit beings, conjured up
in this Dreamtime space
as moments meld into one another.
Without us knowing we have become
one of this land
with each passing day.

© Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad 2020

Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad is an Indian-Australian artist, poet, and pianist. She is a member of Sydney’s North Shore Poetry Project. Her art and poetry have been widely published in both print and online literary journals and anthologies. Her recent works have been featured in Silver Birch Press, Visitant Lit, and The Amsterdam Quarterly Review. She has work forthcoming in Black Bough Poetry, Writing in a Woman’s Voice, Pithead Chapel, and elsewhere. She co-edits the Australian literary journal Authora Australis.