SONG OF CHUCKY: song to my rani
i am male slave consort to the nu 'biam' rani
in her palace halls i sleep
i make sweet caress near the city cistern
while the dew garden keep
bring smoky tea to dawny nest
wiping feather from silky breast
and like a baby toward colus turn
she find her choice and hmm
i am slave to rani pleasure
when she call i live to please
i am last of slave generation
for rani live and now i am
humb. servant
or, if you would prefer,
"After a childhood that defied even little Chucky's more 'reality-based' expectations, Chucky gave up on the idea of memoirs, autobiography,
or even a fiction disguising an attempt at life story..."
posted by chuck @ 3:54 PM
3 comments
3 Comments:
Oh.
*bring smoky tea to dawny nest ..*
i'll be following your poems, Chuck.
A very sweet love poem, sweet rani very fortunate indeed to have one so admiring and ready to serve, and yet, in the currents of sweetness is an undercurrent of rebellion against a world gone mad, another way to live loving that we would all do well to listen to. I like the ancient Egyptian/North African (Nubian) references too...
I'm delighted by this. "Smoky tea" got me too. Lovely. And I adore the closing statement.
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