Take Me to the Land

Take me to the land
Where the words grow,
The music flows,
Where copulating prose,
Is the enchanted rose,
That pricks my toes,
When I walk in its garden.

Take me to the land
Where water is abundant,
The soil is nourishing,
Where the earth welcomes,
The soul’s roots,
Into its comely crust.

Take me to the land
Where virgins prance,
In innocent dance,
Where the military’s lance,
Forfeiting its stance,
Lays forgotten, rusted and weathered.

Take me to the land
Where old age is sweet,
Where death is a dream,
Where hearts are young,
Where amused lives,
Twinkle forth,
From the eyes that you meet.

Take me to the land
Where a smile tugs,
At the corner of your mouth,
Tickling in its mirth,
Until your restraint is spent,
And your figure blooms.