A
Beautiful Sea.
Can't you see the
Daisies growing from
Every corner of the rocks.
Fertility, and her mother
Goddess of life and love
Have lived here
Indiscreetly for years.
Jokes have been made towards
Kings and queens who
Lie in beds of silk
Making love in vain, in the
Name of themselves.
Oh how
Prude.
Quite
Rude.
Stems from flowers
That have been cut
Up to put in their
Vases
Will become
Xenocrysts from their
Young
Zagros mountains.
