Sultana

This succulence
is surely too easy,
hence the strong walls

keeping the secret at bay
so someone will keep working

fields of someones
with pinched faces
efforting

while grapes dry into raisins
and sweetness condenses

silk and mounds of light
shaped in morphing pleasures

everyday perfumes
telling new stories,
silent and audible
laughter.

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