Das Camelia by Marvin E. Williams
Open, let me taste you again, eternal fruit
let me taste again the juices seasoned
by soursop and papaya, mango and guava,
tamrind and the robust mananas sapping
I know brokers of diamond dreams,
who copulate in mines when mates are in fetters.
I know IMF; International Misery Fellows, whose
kindness borders on wretchedness.
I know desire that flowered trauma,