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 it’s 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.

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