Cottesloe

A beach in Perth – Cottesloe
Life’s moving sexy and slow
Laughter, many indistinct words
The hot sun, winds, semi-nude herds.

Its a slow slow country this.
No deadlines, no highways. Bliss.
Strange people oblige you yet with time
Strangely roped to a pantomime.

My gasping heart’s the only pace
An annoying weight. A puzzled face.
The only thing now left to do
Is to escape. Or find you.

You aren’t here, not a single one.
All we’ve got is the common sun.
Yet you stake your claims on me
Some day I’ll have to set you and me free.

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