Ushered from lips divine

are sweet symphonies -

potent in composition. 

A flaxen breath wielded forth 

to fissure the pillars of Babylon. 

 

Her temperament quakes,

sending shivers across terrain 

my frame stays staunchly rooted to.

 

I'm jolted conscious

by might to scar mountain stone, 

a statue with the presence

to balance the weight of bearing. 

 

Her pigment bleeds a bronzine hue, 

every pore succulent with sun

from a land afar - dialect closer to home. 

 

Our cultures synergise 

in the smouldering *** of diverse urbanity;

surrendering to harmony in juxtaposition. 

 

I wish us be, though I doubt my willing fruitful - 

I'll swallow the bitterness of division,

just to manifest it true.