Honey from the Nile

She gave me honey from the Nile,
naive purple heart, never saw white rain flowing freely,
to beguile.

She taught me not to look straight into the sun,
a morning glimpse is enough bliss, made me want to call home,
to deny.

I got bit by a bug from the Nile,
kept me coming back, as a merchant of hope bringing fruits,
for July.

She asked me not to perch on her eyes,
sedated not blind, I blushed in excitement then she saw the tears in,
my smile.

I wish I never drunk from the Nile,
now am shackled, tall grass remembers the scars that heal from the back of those,
who lie.

Juba heat will make you think of the Nile,
out or in, Juba isolates tall and dark aggressors who come to feed off,
then reply.

I shouldn't have taken honey from the Nile,
I now leave with a heavy promise, to bring back tired memoirs to the daughter of,
the Nile.

She gave me honey from the Nile.

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21/12/2029
Juba South Sudan