, , , , , , , , , ,

We were on Bank Holiday at a Lone
Islands resort. Her job was stressful,
sure, she told me, having sat on the throne
all those crazy years at Cair Paravel.
Dating the Chatelaine of Narnia
has its perks. The bling was always brilliant.
I tell you, nothing beats groovy cheetah
sex with a girl who’s half Jinn, half Giant.
Plus, she reads! I’ll take a White Witch with brains
over vapid wood nymphs, tsk. While ago
she had gone through chemo. But her migraines
returned. It hurts to watch her walk so slow.
She knows. I’m there. Give me your rage, sorrow,
fear. I’m here, Jadis, til’ the end, you know.