By deevaa deevaa@paradise.net.nz
Date: 5 July 1999

beautiful morning

I have swapped my 15 minute bus ride for a 30 minute commute.
As I drove into the city this beautiful winter morning, 
I noticed (maybe for the first time) how lovely this city is. 
My head sang with fragments of a poem I wanted to form 
into something as beautiful as what I could see.
I had a boyfriend once, who always said my name 
like he was mad at me. Even when we made love.
Its true I did. But I couldn't make it as pretty
as the sparkling blue ocean against which the motorway curved .
I had a lover once who said my name like a caress,
rolling it over his lips, like it was my nipple.
Which is also true, but not as passionate as glowing orange
sunrise that was crept over the hills in my rearvision mirror.
I have loved a beautiful man, who said my name like it was his.
Maybe that was as beautiful as this beautiful morning.