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Submission


My banks are broken.
My honey is molten.
Where is my prince of Goshen?
This meadow's  set for possession.

Mount down oh  eagle from the clouds,
Fiercely training your claws,
To plough my succulent apples,
Cause my head to blow.

If you cast my loins
On your battle sword
Or push it hard through my sodden throat
Won't you take home this loot?

Or should you climb down,
To st. Francisca dams
And tear its fortified gates down
Plunging into my sacred fount
Won't your beastly lust forever be purged?

I lay before you my lot
Am all yours to roast
To spare or spoil my lord
Make my melting pot,
Your royal fort.

(C) 06052017 Nyasi shortforms
-for succulent heart.

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