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Slavery Sea

Atlantic
Your ripples woo me
Home to the
Depths of your
Clean womb.

Your curls bewitch
A Southern man’s
Lovesick heart.

Fuzzy infinite horizon.
Swishing mating calls.
You pull the land away
From beneath my feet.
One grain at a time.

Tis the love and lust
Of your fragrant air,
I am drunk with blue.

Go on, my exquisite whore
Seduce me
With your wares.

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7 thoughts on “Slavery Sea

  1. As I live on the other side of the Atlantic, and farther north, this subject quickly caught my attention. You create a lush and exotic ocean for me: ripples … swishing mating calls … fragrant air. Enchanting. Or as you put it: enslaving.
    (But here’s a challenge: it’s hard to think of the Atlantic and of a ‘slavery sea’ without recalling the hideous triangular trade which we Europeans perpetrated until 2 centuries ago. So there’s a darker current in your poem too.)

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