We met, this year, ten years ago
My broken heart more ardent with recent censure
Your Highness in Scorpio
My high ass neurotic Virgo
Both of us furtive Venus in Virgo
Explains why we go slow, escargot
We are moated Norman castles
In which float dead horses tasselled
That Aoife is a keeper
Still waters run deeper
She is deeper still, gyring bole astride Charybdis abutting Bolton Strid
Her lips eagle-rid are eager red, throbbing like blooded dragon teeth
Pointing upward like Batman’s ears, robbing me of will to resist
Eyebrows mousey oftlifting, lilting in trysting, finger short of fisting
Your insistent energy refilling like a flushed cistern
Isolde and Trystan soldered Siamese
When we got together friends reported me missing
Mam rang Interpol, my name is entered on listings
I was eating like you contained all the kitchen’s fixings
Tightening and loosening your fixtures, sixteen consecutive lickouts
Had you purring like a kitten, gloveless knitted human mitten
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