in the entire history of humankind...

 

I have come

such a long, long way,

 

you opened up your door.

 

And in celebration

of my forty-fourth year:

 

You have made for me

 

the sweetest,

most perfect dessert

ever known to humankind...

 

We have parted now,

 

and I walk past

bright purple jacarandas.

 

I marvel at their amazing colour

set against

a sky of purest blue.

 

Meanwhile, in another part of the city:

 

You paint jacarandas

and a bright blue butterfly

 

in an artwork celebrating Spring.

 

I discover a park

behind Central Station

 

filled with deckchairs.

 

I sit down in one

to finish off remains

 

of my special birthday treat.

 

Meanwhile, at the same time

far across the city

 

alone (yet together)...

 

You're

having a break from painting,

 

finishing off

the dairy free

chocolate ice cream

 

I left in your freezer.

 

In the sunlight,

I wear a child-like smile

from ear to ear;

 

as I dig

 

(with re-newed enthusiasm)

into my

strawberry & blueberry

mini pavlovas

 

with jam glaze coating!!

 

The glaze

coats my tongue

& tickles my nose,

 

and I close my eyes

to intensify

the taste...

 

(Behind closed eyelids,

 

 I see myself once more

 

 in your hallway,

 in your doorway,

 in your arms.

 

 We are holding

 each other so, so close.)

 

And right at this moment

in the park,

 

never, ever, EVER

 

(in the entire history of humankind)...

 

Has a dessert

 

tasted so, SO sweet

   and so salubrious!!!

 

 

 

 

 

(c) Brent M Harpur, 29/10/2012.

 

"The object isn't to make art, it's to be in that wonderful state which makes art inevitable."

(Robert Henri)