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 unpractised 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 sublimed
by a divine 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.
Written: September 1997