Sheba
Nubian queen
come to your king
your braids
in red, gold and green
may our enemies be scattered
as we pass the desert hours
on this mattress stuffed
with rarest of wild flowers...
Sheba natural mother
bring your skillful talents
your body and hands
only for your king in his tent
you my queen of the moon
skin dark and beautiful as it gleams
queen of the summer
mother of children in my dreams...
I kiss soft skin soft brown fire
biting her anklet chain of gold
goddess in a funereal pyre
I kiss your beautiful feet
Cleopatra, Juliet and Mona Lisa
I kiss your beautiful toes
I kiss them for love and respect...
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