Continental Body

Your body is a continent

I run my fingers down your valleys and your hills

Down to untamed jungles

I am man and I will sow these fields to be my own

The beauty in the landscape draws my breath

And I work the fertile valley so it will bear me beyond death

In the springtime when the rain came

When I was young and you were vain

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