Treasure Island

Edward Kofi Louis

(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Sawyerr


Sawyerr, ear, years, are, ears, era, war, wars!
But, who is this little girl around you?

Sawyerr, saw, was, year, sea, raw, yes, sew;
But, who is this little girl who just came to town?

The shy tpye!
Come to me and let me sing you love songs to satisfy your muse.

Horizontal petals and vertical petals!
I know the right catch when i see one.

Twin, twine!
Ring my bell with the lust of your tender tunnel.

The lust of your tender canal!
The earth was divided before i was born.

The lust of your tender channel,
My name is Sawyerr and, i am in the land of your muse.

Submitted: Thursday, February 28, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 01, 2013
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