Nymphaeum

Go to the grotto
where it all started for us
according to Johnny Walker
the mud was in cakes
and the chocolate in the skin of slaves
as we walked and walked
past those fields in the wheat belts of Bible
where fellow folk still practice
a form of ancient magic
it was tih the blues that it all started
in that shrine, very far inside the grotto
I consecreated to you
with my buttcheeks incredibly wide opened
my own personal nymphaeum
dedicated to you
my love of many a shaved hair on chest
of such a baby face
30-something year old man
pronounce the words of power
to open this temple of you
say “please be mine”
and I shall open my behind
answering “please, make me yours”.