By B.K.
Date: 28 October 2000
Jumble Love
My mind races past
Looking for erotic rhyme
Once written in early times
My mouth cries
For your words on mine
Inspiring my body
To belly dance
On your desert of terrorists
While I play misty
You cool, calm and collected
Pick up the pieces
Of shattered humanity
That saw two faces
Never knowing freedom
I kiss your feet knowing
That what awaits is
Rapture and freedoms bliss
So great, knowing a grain of
Their sand could never
Get through the needles eye
Nor tonight can I
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