Rise to me, rise with me, rise with the dawn,
enter the coldness of the white bright light
in the red warmth of my purple haze of being
close, a neighbour, a house attached to you
two together conjoined as a single erection
of thick red with a varying hue, orange and blue.
Come to me, come with me, come in the dawn,
reach into me into the darkness of my porch,
pull on any lever, push on any button you find till
I appear near you, in you, feeling the sanctity of
your sanctuary in a sanguine levity as curled leaves
on a garden bed of daisies, and carnations mauve.
Breathe to me, breathe with me the ambrosia dawn,
draw in the scent of our breakfast feast and let me
taste sweet succour as I share a drink in your cup.
Let the minutes and hours wander hill and valley
as I wander wondrously with you in our cocoon.
Let the sun drift in its blue heaven bringing colour
to our gorgeous garden of red, of pink, of green.
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