I do suggest you take a quick and final pee
and in the morning I will wake you with a shout.
I do remember the fine music of your snores
when I was watching over you, the precious one,
I could have kissed the lot, a trillion of your pores
and I was smitten with the tones, excuse the pun.
So let me take you to the covers made for you
and place the sheets around your shoulders and your breasts,
you do recall when lily white turned pretty blue
and we were frantic in our status of mere guests?
If you don’t mind, I’ll sit and watch you here all night,
much as I’d want to be attached to you, your hide,
I’ve closed the drapes and doused the Oodnadatta light
and in the morning you may call me to your side.
There is no woman who would draw my eyes away
we are created to belong, it’s only YOU
I am as sorry that today is not the day
as you, my LOVE, and I await the words ‘I Flew’.
This will be havoc for some quarters and for US
they may consider shooting down the silver bird,
but let them criticise and swear, and make a fuss
I’ll let you read again, right here, what it inferred.
When we say FLY we will sit up with a huge smile,
you may grow wings but let the bird take you to me,
and at ARRIVALS I’ll be wogging down the aisle
like a small tide in search of you, the dark blue sea.