Burning Verandah
A man sits
enthroned on his verandah
caressed by warmth and
wind, touched by song
and stirring, surrounded
by bush on blue sky, aroused
by beauty and fear.
Desire burns hard in the loins
of his soul. He aches with
a longing so deep he
does not recognise it.
Lost
with no way
to find his way home.
enthroned on his verandah
caressed by warmth and
wind, touched by song
and stirring, surrounded
by bush on blue sky, aroused
by beauty and fear.
Desire burns hard in the loins
of his soul. He aches with
a longing so deep he
does not recognise it.
Lost
with no way
to find his way home.
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