Ever-Queen

She said she would bind me and keep me,
my Ever-Queen

I said “what’s the rush?” her face flushed
Riding on her memorable form

She said “my sweet – love is slippery”,
donning a ransomed suit

I said “but…we have only just met”
I said…I said..

She smiled – a quick and quizzical smile
“Don’t be naïve” she said

“..we were meant to be cemented,
we were meant to entwine…”

She laughed then, my Ever-Queen
“Poor boy, have you never met one like me?”

But she had said “I will be your Ever-Queen”
I know she did

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