KING AND QUEEN

Like the chief african warrior I pose whatever injuries the battles of life shall suffer to my flesh and when I go out to hunt my lion to make my manhood superior, the death of him or me is decided in God's will. When I meet my queen for the first time, her moon shall brighten my lonely nights when I howl, and her sun shall rise to brighten my day to uplift all other that pass through my night. The path that we walk shall shadow the earth of blessing as the King and Queen, has risen. Sun with my Moon, shot sky blue with urgents of love hue. Adding to the fact our galaxy is unexplored, stretching my star around her planet gaping from gaseous space to sand and a bone, relying on each other viewed in parallel sequence turning up and down, a same level tone, from village to town, disrupting her volcano like features, feeling as her body is erupting, rumble my trees, shake the leaves, volcanic exposure.



Dee Bell