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THE ECSTASY OF LIVING
Life vibrates.
Colours sing like flashes of light
winking from a diamond:
emerald, scarlet, gold!
The high sounds of a violin
swell and drip and flow
sweeter than fresh honey.
My skin purrs all over
like a cat stretching.
Love catches and calls and
my whole skin cries out to be
stroked by a lover,
snuggled under a cloud of feathery doona.
I raise my arms high
and turn my interlinked hands out
to breathe out and stretch luxuriously
like a bat soaring through the sky at dusk
to a feast of fresh fruit
hanging on trees, ripe to bite.
The smell of a white peach tempts my tongue.
Petals of the lilli-pilli
fall over me like small tendrils
of fragrant creamy hair.
I rock from sleep to waking
as easily as lungs expand
in salt-laden air
and all of me rejoices
that yes, yes, I am alive.
Life vibrates.
Colours sing like flashes of light
winking from a diamond:
emerald, scarlet, gold!
The high sounds of a violin
swell and drip and flow
sweeter than fresh honey.
My skin purrs all over
like a cat stretching.
Love catches and calls and
my whole skin cries out to be
stroked by a lover,
snuggled under a cloud of feathery doona.
I raise my arms high
and turn my interlinked hands out
to breathe out and stretch luxuriously
like a bat soaring through the sky at dusk
to a feast of fresh fruit
hanging on trees, ripe to bite.
The smell of a white peach tempts my tongue.
Petals of the lilli-pilli
fall over me like small tendrils
of fragrant creamy hair.
I rock from sleep to waking
as easily as lungs expand
in salt-laden air
and all of me rejoices
that yes, yes, I am alive.