Drinking a Sangiovese
Given to me by
My sis’ boyfriend of
So long ago
That he would be
The second oldest
Living soul her excepted
Knowing me.
We meet because we can
Here in Australia
Or elsewhere
His wife’s roses
Stand tall and straight
A force - a Scot
Gave me those red -
Murder or wishful
Thinking or just
Friendship reigns
That is the Aussie
A thunderbolt
of love or hatred.
For me it is Venus
an ancient feeling
only to be found
whenever we meet
but for her I represent
the love that never
went away that
could not be beaten
therefore the blood
filled roses of yore
and I accepted them
knowing their worth.
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