I'd like a island girl to bear my seed
Pure breed genes that my ancestors preserved
How else could I tell her that I need to exist
Beyond the borders that fate slapped so cold on
that wet December sun
For this child will preserve the remnants of old
Never let her stubbornness breed discontent
For a love that's genuine in a world foretold
But was I destined to fall for a mountain woman or
the one from the shores
Such prospects you know are hard to mine
Drilled many holes for the love of gold
Can't wait to see why my dreams are on hold
Never been kissed by
a nurse before
Never been missed by her nudging to do more
Dances like a queen in plains so warm
Perhaps the sun left a ray that we had to cling on
How many cuddles should put one
to sleep
Where's
My queen
of the south
whose house I now
behold
***
Jan 2017,
Rusinga bridge, Homabay
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