You golden sunlit filled beauty,

You glorious brisk and amber glory

You are crisp like a summer morning,

Anticipated like a favourite story.


Cold and cooling, warming the soul,

You are the taste of tired and proud,

Wet on my mouth like a lover’s kiss,

You are the song sung soft and loud.


I hold you gentle like a child’s hand

Then forceful like a wanton lover,

Taking liberties easily granted

And all your mysteries I uncover.


Yet, while I hold you in my hand

You too hold me, locked in romance

And I eagerly give myself over

And we spend the night in lustful dance.


Oh golden goddess, liquid siren

I have thee and I hold thee

And I raise you up in wonder

And you have me and you hold me.


Copyright © 2017 Grant Fenton – All Rights Reserved



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