Red Dirt Poetry: 3 poets from the Northern Territory

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Mahalia Charlotte

Tabled
By Mahalia Charlotte

They are legislating about us, for us, against us
again.
Repudiating our lives, our loves.
We are “Repulsive.”
They are Reactive.
Let us be Resplendent.

They are quick to speak names for unspeakable acts.
Hear them besmirch buggery, belittle and butcher ‘butch’ery.
I find poetry in our blasphemy
and I pray.
I pray –

nothing can tear down our places of holy worship
because we are baptised in multi-coloured light.
You baptise me.
mouths locked, legs entwined, tongues wet.
They can try and outlaw the way you make me feel.
I mean, it must be illegal to tempt one as easily
as you do I –
to part my lips so simply
hear me breathe inside you
sigh in carbon dioxide warmth
exhale surrender –

I could capitulate softly, slowly
or yield with staccato moans.

It will be a nakedness,
a public indecency,
how I fold for you.

My love, I will commit this crime to memory.
Lock me up in your hea(r)t
behind between bars of hot flesh
freed by my sweetly spoken name.
Post bail through my mailbox lips.

They say it’s a felony to love you so deeply.
They say it’s grand larceny; you’ve stolen my hysterical heart.
I say it was given willingly.
I too am liable.
I will plead guilty and be sentenced to life.

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