Title: 'My Saucy Delight'

She is the stardust mama, 
who feeds with
apple crumbling, humble pie
undeterred, as hill strata atop a cliff.

Adaptable her carapace, 
falling into wholesome rhetoric,

Her bloom spilling out

Like argent syrup-maple chasing hunger.

 Awakening, arousing

so seemingly aerial but smooth

her aroma's beckoning
of an afternoon's enchantment.

Non-stop this sea 
bubbling over with essential round of herring.

pure ocean spice alternating
Between dew drops of the morrows.

Thus the evening quivers,
  Of her delicious rapture

And heaven has popped in, blameless
To dish out her portions

like wet oysters;

Pondering barren shores.

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Poetry by Rev.Bola Animashaun

(Copyright: 30.11.10 - ARR)

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