Foreign Cantatas And African Dreams Poem by Captain Cur

Amid supplications and laurel wreaths,
She wore her hoary crown
Enthroned in power on her regal seat,
Her subjects bowing down.

Rapt beauty reflected by endless moons
Heralding newborn suns,
Planet rings woven in celestial hues
Where comet tails are spun;

Stellar elixirs, molecular scents,
The ions of her breeze,
Eyes of turquoise exotically bends
My torso to my knees.

Foreign cantatas' tumultuous scenes,
Egyptian in her stance,
Bountiful jungles and African dreams
Encompassing her dance.

Rich vineyards of pleasure, succulent grapes,
I drank her karmic wine
Making love to her desert oasis
Enslaving me in time.

Written by Captain Cur
in collaboration with
Ellias Anderson known as 'Captain A'