Coming were the hours into dawn.
we slept back to back because you knew I was weak
I don’t know whether I’m pleased or disappointed
for not haying with you.
But I’m glad you kept me warm in my rugged Queenslander home,
glad not all of winter was spent alone.
I welcomed this theatre without thought,
this could be a short show.
waiting for your angel eyes to open.
Who shall look at the clock first?
Just your vanilla scent tonight,
until next time
my love maker.