Love me!

Fertile

my wasteland,

my beloved;

Am itching

to fruit a seed

and

flower a bud;

What ails you

to caste me

a look of love?

Your eyelashes open wild

to exhibit

your wild wild balls

of ebony dark

that for nuts

would work magic

in my dull desert,

looking forward to

a bowl of sand

in the oasis of my life;

my love,

your look alone

shall catapult

my state of dryness!