grey eyes
stare, openly
at the flesh of elephant plums
raw and hanging, dripping with a sour earthiness
open your fists, green guava
soon dropped upon the shore
of a tall-tiered world, singing of poverty and praises
now, the sea and our desert beckon us again,
and we leave
with our sticky hands
and sweet gazes
stare, openly
at the flesh of elephant plums
raw and hanging, dripping with a sour earthiness
open your fists, green guava
soon dropped upon the shore
of a tall-tiered world, singing of poverty and praises
now, the sea and our desert beckon us again,
and we leave
with our sticky hands
and sweet gazes
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