Like a Glutton I Crave For Thee
Ye who walks the heavens and earth
his sayings are about come to pass in me:
I love thee more…, or should I in a more approved manner say,
I love thee quite close to myself
Maybe far too close for solace, but I love thee so good,
good as curried goat and white rice cooked in coconut milk
I love thee so good, as good as sex with a clean woman
Misery from my present flee
because thou art my rejoicing
My hands brought forth the things inside,
possessions thou gavest me
I love thee quite close to myself
Maybe far too close for solace, but I love thee so sweet,
sweet as sugar cane
I love thee so sweet, sweet as honey mango
Like blue drawers and peanut porridge I love thee
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