Photo-Dancing By Eli Spivakovsky And Ruth Park Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

I called you
from the back of your photo
I climbed there in my mind
1000 trees
and I like a pine-needle
asunder
amok
adorkable
little kisses trail the path
and I muss your hair
I have travelled here beyond the silver-stained city
beyond the cloud-whipped caleum
singing to birds
and stroking your eyes
teasing your eye-lashes
I'll wait here
I can't wait no more
turn up
would you
I've been waiting all my life for this

pink finger-nails
'soft and pearly as the Queen's own'
I want to explore you

Show me Alberta,
Alaska,
Arkansaw
I'll take the shortest twig
and jump into this pond
calm my oxygen bubbles
till they bond with something else
and sink to the silt
you'll rescue me (again)
here in your hinterland
I pour you
I explore you
I saw you

the proof is in the panorama