Sefronia-The King's Chain

I couldn’t buy you with a hundred cattle
But you hike in shells and featherss up the African beach
I am king here, tied to this hut by the King’s chain
My power’s like a tree and green taboo to me
The chameleon lies in your dusty fingers
And blue flies circle your head like stars;
Jump into me now, I must not see the water
Let me sip weakness from your dark nipple