Matakana, New Years

Written last January. "Cor ad cor loquitur" translates to "Heart speaks to heart."

Cor ad cor loquitur: the heart deserves justice in quiet moments side by side, 

the flowers I plucked for her still behind her ear, slightly shrivelled now 

by the heat of January's sun. 

I am finally home, and my legs and feet desperately ache. 

Roux is meowing plaintively for yet another tummyrub. I give in. 

This need for purity, I tell her earlier, belies the existence I lead for the moment. 

Moderation has always been a furtive nemesis, the crush of mindless nights no relief. 

I want to feel holy and connected. 

She mentions dinner at mine. I rabbit on about a weekend trip to Waiheke, 

hiring scooters and camping it up in some white sandy cranny, overlooked 

by pohutukawa and boats in need of repair. 

"Where would you retire to?" 

"A beach-house on the east coast of Coromandel, or perhaps 

my own small island picked up for a song," I reply. 

Such dreams. 

Cor ad cor loquitur.

Reviews

[Hedra Helix]

yessssss

so you, so fresh and true:


I want to feel holy and connected.

She mentions dinner at mine. I rabbit on about a weekend trip to Waiheke,
hiring scooters and camping it up in some white sandy cranny, overlooked
by pohutukawa and boats in need of repair.

"white sandy cranny" SwarrrGG!!! I wanna rip you off so bad!!! but I wont...aggh, strapping typing finger down...noooo...must...rip...off...Jase.....AGGhh....

[Ed Hart]

just think, people seem to have always known that heart speaks to heart, but the emphasis is that we lie to each other with our minds...i like the simple honesty of this piece

[Alicante lullaby]

the imagery is lovely...and the general tone that you are talking in,the places mentioned sound pretty calm and quiet and serene..holy and connected.