Aribih
Not just beauty and songs
Most humane, homely, comely
For a sibling - wanted
Kindest to know they thought
Wombs to borne such prayed
Envious of hardwork and modesty
The melody that escaped
Heads couldn't resist
Awake and dreaming
Wanting what was ripe
They grew hard
They craved and came -
Numberless!
Adams with ten Eves and more
Solomons with large harems
Even Oliver Twists
Pleading her hands
-Aribih-
Copyright © Noel Tonka | Year Posted 2016
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