Ochre Falls

May falls found here slowly,
laid
on tall buildings, porchlights

here in front of summer,
perhaps
a frail laugh at sunrise

as it comes gently
creeping
so as not to wake the sleepers,

it’s spirit trawling faintly all
over –
and love that ochre

falls onto dancing
animals
love – raped like bushflowers

draws nearer, come
love
rite of my flower –

my topaz lover
come
waltz over this tightrope

before it too
falls
and is gone

come over, come over
come
my half-hidden sun, my sun