Sonnet #48
My love and I laid siege to Lion Rock,
The summit we assaulted along a steep track.
The ozone bluster made our knees knock-
Atop old Whakaari pah almost in cloud wrack.
I was feint and woozy from oxygen lack,
His chest was heaving, too, we dropped to knees,
We kissed, our wetsuits rubbed and squeaked mudflack.
We closed our eyes to eyewatering breeze.
We knitted seaweed necklaces each to please...
And kissed again where blue sea and sky blurs.
He loved my red hair, said so without cease
As surf exploded through tall, sharp, cragged spurs
Through Keyhole cavity secluded calm
We kissed and touched and waded arm in arm.
{3D interactive chorus:}
Through Keyhole cavity secluded calm
Through Keyhole cavity secluded lull
Through Keyhole cavity secluded peace