Poor Me – Yahya Said

Dunked by the luxuries of this poor world 

sleeping on its tender thighs, enjoying oozing drop 

of old wine and ripe grapes 

of pure natural dripping honey 

that flow on its tender oily hips 

while the sun takes the setting in swift

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