Dry dunes cater for jumping boys

From the nape of her neck he made his descent

They watched men hurl from rock to sea

Like sternum to button lined lip pinches in between

Your foothills

Your warm

Iris swims quietly beside me

Oh the leaves and larger weeds sway and stretch themselves beneath

Blue dragonflies dart to and fro

I tie my life to your balloon and let it go

Your foothills

Your warm