‘ξdinbvrgh you are as a rock to me’
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Ρretty thee and charming, your smile disarming,
ξÐÎΝβνΓςΗ, handsome as a gypsy’s Queen and
greener than a summer salad, set with radishes
and drizzled with italian oil.
You slake my thirst, feed my emptied, hungry soul
and take my calloused hands in yourn so sweetly.
I have sworn to stand by your ancient turrets
to always give a good, stern report, fly the ensign
buried deep upon your sunnied granite face and
set hard again those chill ΓÛššÎΔΝ winds that strike
september so keenly or bite the night when swifts still fly.
I am loving thee, my royal princess in tattered shawl,
your breast still showing, your breath fresh as apple cider
your smile birthed in trial that you have worn as lovers clothes,
taken his saturday joys, his monday flowers now so tired and bruised.
Keep my stained memoirs, faded diaries, grained pencil sketches,
they are not all I have of you, I kiss your swollen lips
embrace your embroidered hips, nuzzle the warmth of your bosom
ξdinbvrgh you are as a rock to me aNd I will return
to tell thee you are still as an elder sister,
the staunchest ally, a warrior friend
… then we will sit and talk halfway through the night
as lovers always should do …
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