Soak Me in Black

Kitale my first Love,
Land of my childhood
What power you always wield
You steal my sojourning mood

I dread your embrace
Lest in your pillowy arms I be
Detained

Let's do a handshake today
Just today
For am compelled
Not to give but take
Sweet warm an embrace
From sour land turned sweet
Land of the black gold
Though unloved now I pledge
Undying love
Though shortly but I promise
To come again

Soak me in black
For I no longer mind
The weight of my suit's worth
On my purse
Just soak me In black
For I promise to wash it
Hyssop clean once fully soaked
Back home

Paint my car black
For though the terrain be
Too cheap for my Bugatti
Soon it'll be soaked
In black
To secure my car's worth
And recompense
Injuries sustained

Though I drench in sweat
Beneath the sweltering air
Please soak me in black
And I'll wipe my brow
Once, only once
am home

I swear al be all glitter
When I long & come back
For your embrace,
To dip my little finger even
In black
To soak my suits again
Paint my Bugattis
And soak selves in black

We'll be careful though
To keep minimal, if any
Ekile's contact
With black
For he ought to always stay
Sparkling clean
To leave the dirt of black
To the true lovers
Of sour land turned sweet
In our sworn, undying love

©hpg