The sweet blade of grass
from the fresh cut of a cutlass
The moist rain-water mud
brown like my skin
If I can go back to the days
where the cow grazed
to fill my belly with fresh boiled milk
my life will be satisfied
with one Sip
Time to book a trip
out of Babylon gates
Sweet Guyana awaits
my presence.
Written by Yolanda T. Marshall
1 Reader's Comment:
I'll leave you in Summer.
vast sins spread thin
blue sky mimics yr shades
the loveliness
loneliness
you hold..
I reach into yr drawers
for the emptiness
you promise.
Un.holy deep
vast sins rise again
welcoming me
you with your smile
suspense me
i dive ..
You hold me deep
depth..drown
i smile
death should be this way
the warmth..the coolness
the sea,,you,,ocean deep
me.
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