Maroochydawn
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A year has passed but not July’s shiver,
the bed is warm and in the air a chill
yet it’s not the cold that makes me quiver
but the eros of our winter idyll.
She is up and rising at the cockcrow,
her slumber over, her allure begun -
she comes to me parting her wet furrow
and I am inside the gates of heaven!
That matrix of life and morning glories -
that corona from sunup to sundown
and brightest of all celestial bodies,
my lips desiring its luminous crown.
All else forsaking at dawn’s early light
I lay smitten from our midwinter night.
Written: July 1998
Note: Maroochydore is in Australia
on the Sunshine Coast, Qld.
I lived there in the late 90s.
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2025
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