TO MY LOVE IN LEBANON.

Omobanke, are you aware it's May?
The sun rises prickling the greens of the field to supple,
Touched tenderly the bougainvillea to an early orgasm of brightness.

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EniObanke,
It's May, Sure you know of this.
The sky has sent down her tendril of rain,
The field is coloured In the merriment of the pluming corns,
We will eat of it, you and i, in our Empire,
that one that Stood up on the hill-watch of Lebanon,
In there, we would be, and I will kiss your lips till dawn,
That we MAY make love,
As the sun make love at dusk,
To the extreme of Nile.

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© Mike Spokes 2017

Awwwwwwwww!!!!