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Love Poems About Honeyeaters or Honeyeaters Love Poems
by Keith Trestrail |
Categories: love, wife,

Cotton Tree

All is bright, and I betwixt God and you,
  the kookaburra is in the willow,
and honeyeaters in the honeydew
  flitter as I lay your breast and pillow.
You are my Venus - my Evening Star -
  sweet inveigler to the contentious heart.
Girl, all I need is to be where you are
  and never know what woe it is to part.
So we are in our beguiling divined
  by no greater ordinance or blessing,
but visceral love (like a woman's mind)
  keep all mortal men eternal guessing.
Kid, you mean, and are everything to me,
and I do love the stars in Cotton Tree.


                   For Les.

            September 1997