Jan 1, 2024

The Banana by the Marchioness of Dorchester (circa 1650)

Twas there upon his plinth 

of strength and flesh 

(It grew again, inch by inch)

The golden fruit was found,

And it stood proud!

But in mine eyes, 

Oh tempting prize.

Obsession doth belie

Lost in depths of this 

Sweet fruity fire

Oh banana, 

Tis you that I desire

Mine cheeks they glowed, 

In yellow splendour’s gleam,

Fixated on its stiffening bow, 

Forbidden dreams

Yes indeed,

I float 




Mine heart entwined 

In peel of sweet delight

In passion's grip, 

I see 

The light.

Oh, love's sweet torment, 

in banana's clutch,

Tis you that I desire. 


©2024 Sarnia de la Mare

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