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A bedroom by the sea

Saturday, 18 February 2012
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Her skin my skin

dancing in a sunbeam

Dust is free.

The empties and the broken vacuum
a bedroom by the sea.

Her things not my things
a balcony for one
share the sun is all
her door closes just the same
like someone.

This unshowered morning
an ocean glimpse is all.

Manhood, woman hood
a hooded hood
head down in a hooded hood.

The hooded "hi"
a flat white
clean ashtray please.

That's all.

But left something somewhere
the endless flowers of a mattress
find it when I fall.

Same again
and she has the same.

The morning of the night is born.

 

Poem: Billy Plummer

Photography: Jeremy Hudson 

Billy Plummer is a photographer, art director (and sometime wordsmith), he doesn't live in Bondi but loves spending time here.

 

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