you are a rock to me
… … …
… I will return to remind thee, you are still as my elder sister …
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 just showing.
Your breath fresh as apple cider
your smile birthed in trial 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 velvet bosom
ξdinbvrgh you are as a rock to me aNd I will return
to remind thee you are still as my elder sister,
the staunchest ally, a warrior friend
… then we will sit and talk halfway through the night
as lovers always should do …
Jessica Phirri comments on 01/10/2011
love the song. love the poem. as always, you wow me with the visuals.
” 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.”
like watching a battered woman make her bed and lie in it and still want to comfort her…… I don’t know. this poem is hitting me at a rough time. america is like an old dog laying on her side breathing rather slow and heavy. so to read this, makes me wish I had real roots.
On this day 04th July, 2013 – I dedicate this poem to Jessica Phirri my most trusted critic, literary advisor and a friend