I couldn't buy you with a hundred cattle

But you hike in shells and feathers

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 nipples