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This is an excerpt from Kush Kerma( Kasup Ka Mano's) poetry.

be
be every color you choose
your femininity flows from your womb effusions through dimensions uncharted as storms,as natural upheavals
or dark stallions with rippling muscles raging possessedly through the wild foaming at the mouth
untameable
as if the very existence of warmth is birthed right from out of your pores
tightly
i hold on to you
as if my salvation will spring up out and envelope me in your garden's beautiful scent
fortified by two mountains that inspire warlords to each stake claims at the cost of spillages of clots of gooing blood
inspiring the unuseful cowardly poets to paint you in words and images and calculated strokes of colorful inks
you are the sound of the early morning sun's warmth
your naval leads like a path to an oasis of life
mothering all other things alive
one with nature
only the symphonies of harps
only the symphonies of flutes
though virgin instruments only their sound is pure enough to express you
perfect synchronicity
only you can define you
let it all go
have mercy
for i have relegated you to an uneducated vocabulary and unreaching combination's of words
how dare i
let it all go
mercy,mercy
be every color you choose my love
be every word that remains unsaid
[14-05-10]