Sun
It was in the heat
Of your desire
That my dream began
To blossom
And then to fade
Like a flower
I could not eat
For the flower
Comes before the fruit
And if the fruit
Is a raisin
It is sweet
Enough
To be digested
In the mouth
Salt as sea
And then to rise
Again
Over blues of mountain
A stiletto in the eyes.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2010
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