What a cameo in the hot harmattan eve !
Sweet soursop scents marinated with the haze
And all the other ones impasse in my qui vive .
Words became satisfying minting juice ,
Black with currents ,mingled bittersweet after
Soft like lush ripe and delicious in undying truth .
But In this colorful world of pines and apples ,
With the sour and the dapples between the toil
We will weather the rains and dry foggy nights .
In all laughter and of youthful lovers delight ,
Not of science of apples falling for clues
Nor of religion with the doom preceding the bite .
But with all hope hope from a trampled rose ,
Earnestly rooting for the hazelnuts
Swinging between the canes of sugars and beats.
As it touches the ground like a whispered prayer,
With heaven's own sacramental wine
Wholesome and pristine “
Five centimeters beneath the dangling papayas ,
under a starry night gaze with splendor
Can you see how vividly the moonlight scrawls the pomegranate.
Beneath moist soils with seeded holes !
Hold your grounds your sprouting melon
So here’s to your juice you amazing Tangelo
Hold your grounds with bunches of love .
The foggy mist rose swiftly from the creek.
It encircled the pampas grass like a wreath.
The verdant razor blades of grass were bleak.
As the creamy plumes were wet beneath
On the qui vive for any movement of nature
Longing to linger and watch some more
Duty calls me to responsibility~ wager
If I respond to that call as before
Are you an angel from heaven
Or an object of my obsession
I don’t know
Are you the woman I can find
Or are you a phantom that haunts my mind
I don’t know
Was I your prince on the qui vive
Or was a fool playing make believe
I don’t know
Do you have someone else to see
And do you even remember me
I don’t know
From his pulpit the parson railed 'gainst booze
For some in his pews this wasn't good news
For so many, you see
Bootlegged on the qui vive
They all harmonized in singing the blues
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