Rank your blessing
Upon this polluted shore,
The bored waves rinse the
Cleanliness from the sands,
...
wayfarers alike,
We cannot have love,
pieties apart,
We bathe in our Own,
...
With her Indonesian gloss,
Chocolate,
She acts all smooth and creamy,
Too rich for my tongue,
...
Past her grape-ish years-
She stands a raisin under the Indian sun,
Still so sweet yet far past ripeness,
Waiting for the starry sky stolen
...
We fly north!
We fly north,
And should be
Concerned with
...