Xaria

Truth was never easy for you, especially on this campaign, your breath warm fish glue, frightened on my lips, this no child’s game, iron scabbard at the hip, what am I doing being blue, chasing my days, with a woman like you, who cannot be bought, outside of slavery, a sheath of cotton wrought, around your lies, golden trinket silken delay, all your crass disguise, better to be true, face down outrageous claims, sail by stars to Maputu, Africa on your blade.