Lake Kainui
Your skirt smells like strawberries
and your fingers are milk
slipping down my cheek
above us pohutukawa
pirouette and wink
I want to bite them
see if I can taste red
if it’s different from the watercolour
we paint on our hips
you recite villanelles to jawbones
eyelashes and thin ankles
I lie back and you make
a kete with my hair
- Dadon Rowell