She is the liquid night


Hiri Hanenamo contestant
 She is the liquid night
 The fluid obsidian chalice
 She engulfs me
 Her breath is frangipani
 It is the air I breathe
 She permeates me
 In her starlit vision
 In her saltiness
 She inspires me
 She is in lahara
 The gifts she bares
 She subdues me
 Her laughter is gold
 It is the sunlit day
 She uncovers me
 In her swaying presence
 In her sand strewn hair
 She desires me
 She is the fallow earth
 The orgasmic humus bed
 She gestates me
 Her touch is dew point
 It wets my thirst
 She precipitates me
 In her silken sweat
 In her pounding pulse
 She receives me 

Published by Ples Singsing

Ples Singsing is envisioned to be a new platform for Papua Niuginian expressions of creativity, ingenuity and originality in art and culture. We deliberately highlight these two very broad themes as they can encompass the diverse subjects, from technology, medicine and architecture to linguistics, music, fishing, gardening et cetera. Papua Niuginian ways of thinking, living, believing, communicating, dying and so on can cover the gamut of academic, journalistic or opinionated writing and we believe that unless we give ourselves a platform to talk about and discuss these things in an open, free and non-exclusively academic space that they may remain the fodder for academics, journalists and other types of writers alone. New social media platforms have given every individual a personal space to share their feelings and ideas openly, sometimes without immediate censure. The Ples Singsing writer’s blog would like to provide another more structured platform for Papua Niuginian expressions in written, visual and audio formats while also providing some regulation of the type and content of materials to be shared publicly.

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