Grassland
She walks in the square and unleashes her top
both her mighty ivory towers are visible to any man
they rise and they rise and they don’t ever stop
from her delicious toes up to the middle of her thighs where her skirt began
I wanted to ask but I was too polite
She saw me embarrassed and she laughed and said
‘If you really like em they may be yours tonight’
by her giggle I guessed I must have turned red.
‘they’re Syria and Egypt, they’re always together
now that they’re yours what will you do with them sir? ‘
I squeezed them with one hand and then with the other
‘I think I’ll surround them’ I whispered to her
She rotates herself to face my true favors
she reaches in, hands steady as a clock
As magnificent mountains shift and shape all around me
Velvet lips close in on solid rock
You got style. I like that you reference, I think, issues
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