i couldn't buy you with a hundred cattle
but you hike in shells and feathers
up the african beach,
i am king here, tied to this hut by the king's chain
my power's like a tree and green taboo to me
the chameleon lies in your dusty fingers,
and blue flies circle your head like stars;
jump into me now, I must not see the water,
let me sip weakness from your dark nipples
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