I’d thought I’d be stanced
like shipshape sequoia sucking spanks
birthed by billowing breeze in blasé
velvet veins scrunching, lice laced
bruised barks bleeding cusses
May’s wind seconding stray forces
felonious four years of crazed celibacy
set me afar off callous colleens
pounding passion pressured per policy
like lousy leads of metal made
was my stance staged sans stray
but blazing Jupiter of your being melted they
fermented fluid fostering fate
jumpy Jupiter mocked my faith.
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~Note~Dedicated to Adejoke.
Ancestral Trail 