Luke Beesley
Picasso's Françoise is Sitting for Matisse Again
New Poems From Australia
for J
 

You stepped into my vocabulary
breathing all over it
licking it naked
and the words said:

You must become another colour
if you’re to love me with your mouth

I realised this
when I felt for them
at the heart of me
and wanted more

So I lifted my art

And reaching for this place
I found you as listener

Once, I looked up
from the pleasure of reading
it was you I looked for
your calm hand on my skin
to direct the work

And it began again under a kiss
the mind gloved by your lips saying:

I’m sending you on a search
for the beautiful words