This
lovely
black bird
swans up to
me, raven haired,
great ****.   I'm well
choughed. We lark about.
She said "Bury me in the sand martin"
Strange hobby I'm thinking, puffin as I dig
away. Her feet stuck out, pigeon toed. She owled
when I tickled them. The sea was too ruff to swim so
we flew a kite. A knot in the string made it a dipper
and diver. I had to duck. We swallowed a glass
of wine and under the eider down she asked
swiftly "What was that?"  "Just a
little ****" I said. She groused.