You are my cock for the night One I will hang on my cross When desires creep out to lust site My ropes, you will come across Tied in hands, legs and sight I will fire your feathers, not to your loss But your gain in high right For then, I will be your boss […]
The womb of the earth Births them all Flowers Trees Crops Weeds Herbs II Why would one womb Birth them all with such variations and roles? Do flowers love being flowers? Trees being trees? Crops being crops? Weeds being weeds? Herbs being herbs? III Flowers complain of being used Their beauty for pleasure Their nectar […]
Mouths of trees Are their roots They roam in the earth And search to feed To keep the standing bodies Fresh and strong But no eye does see Their tiresome toil Unless erosion washes Hands dig Then their dirty selves are seen Their elimination is the upper fall And death to all Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia […]
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