This ladder creaks. Take that ring off
I bought for you in Gdansk,
first token of my growing love,
with the 40-million-year-old fly
embalmed in its amber,
resin oozed before Man,
not to bruise the apples I drop
for you to catch from the Bramley
I planted after that Polish trip.

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