04-10-2016, 10:59 AM
Little Brown Women
Little brown women, little brown women,
I love little brown women;
the way they cover their mouth
when they laugh in the morning
as though laughing were a sin.
Everyone should sin so.
I love little brown women
in the market at noon
hips swaying to the rhythm
of the breeze in their hair
courting the lusty sun.
Everyone should sway so.
I love little brown women,
sitting in the shade, in the evening,
with their small hungry babes
who fiercely suck and paw their breast.
Everyone should sit so.
I love little brown women,
at night, when the sky is dark
and the torch lights come out;
eyes shining from reflected light.
Everyone should shine so.
erthona
©1998 revised 2016
Little brown women, little brown women,
I love little brown women;
the way they cover their mouth
when they laugh in the morning
as though laughing were a sin.
Everyone should sin so.
I love little brown women
in the market at noon
hips swaying to the rhythm
of the breeze in their hair
courting the lusty sun.
Everyone should sway so.
I love little brown women,
sitting in the shade, in the evening,
with their small hungry babes
who fiercely suck and paw their breast.
Everyone should sit so.
I love little brown women,
at night, when the sky is dark
and the torch lights come out;
eyes shining from reflected light.
Everyone should shine so.
erthona
©1998 revised 2016
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The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.