Sydney

Aware of your A-list properties
this splendid maritime figure
fitting urban couture
you grace this continent and the world
with your harbours and beach-proof style

Addicted to celebrity and pyrotechnic highs
dedicated to festivals of sensuality
(daily tastings if you could)
you kissed me by the quay
near The Coathanger hooked into the
blues of a Whiteley canvas stretched
over sand, sails and swimsuit snobbery

This I farewell

6.47am the taxi manoeuvres through bridge traffic
while a coda for my sojourn plays:
the sun pokes between the heads
caresses the hills and coves like breasts and thighs
in soft yellow strokes through wisps of rain
drifting over the early watercraft

such serenity in this vivacious metropolis
seizes and squeezes my
Antipodean heart
as fate drives me onto the Eastern Distributor toward London

Sydney
like my lover
lying sunlit on sheets of blue gazing at me

Beauty
To remind me of home