poetry

ALPHA
by R. Rafael Ingles

my woman has by far the wondrous belly
her keep is my greatest plunder
her lustrous is the beauty of my sun

of the music that is my
shineth, she shall light songs
of the no-woman's art; she shall
hark her shibboleths to my khan 

my woman's music is the ultimate creation
her belly is our keep in the thunderous liaison

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