a time in my life I won't easily forget
a juxtaposition of "Hot August Night" and Sydney winter chills
training for that bloody City to Surf up Vaucluse hills
when we met ...
I asked you out, slipped a note under your door
at your flat in Australia St on the second floor
it wasn't my invitation you found inviting
what you liked, you said, was my writing
when we met ...
We went to a party at Ronnie's in celebration
of having accepted his dare to run the city to surf excruciation
known popularly as a 'fun-run' in those days
which I completed, surprised and in an exhausted haze
when we met ....
Attracted to each other like flames attract moths
our love intense, we pulled out all the stops
life had blossomed, ennuii vanished like morning mist
you left me bereft of my senses and emotionally pissed
when we met ....
We never did marry but we've got two beaut kids
(your culinary skills has us peeking under bubbling lids)
you paint, create from stone,wood and clay and write like ... God
with your playground sense of justice you won't take odds
you're dealing with good people and imposters and treating them alike
with your firm, fair determination and flair I admire and like
since a few decades or so or more ago ..
when we met
3 comments:
A b-e-r-ning attraction, I see, right from the start!!! Here you are thirty odd years later still together and still that fire burns!!! Flowerpot
Very punny Fleur. I'm gonna look at your blog right now ...
Bernie
Bernie - A wonderful proclamation of everlasting love out of wedlock. I'm "emotionally pissed" with happiness for your honest effort.
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