The Champagne Artemis

The Champagne Artemis

Like a bow your figure arches so voluptuously
Your silhouette virtuosity tensions me like a sting
You lay my arrow between your limbs lubriciously
Holding tight as twine to the nock, you´re aiming

Our psyches draw on the erotic thong, the latex freedom
You fly me past your target to Venus and beyond
Violin voice of your sighs sings me a pagan Anthem
Once I, a believer, a pilgrim, now a wayward vagabond

Traitorous passion steers past the tropics, to new latitude
We celebrate the flight of the ancient goddesses refusing to mourn
Afar off patchouli perfumed bower of our salacious minds

The rainbow colours & the languid sky we swiped; Robin Hood
Finally, an archer and the arrow lay wasted on the distant *Binga dawn
Where life and death, starts and ends, assimilates and unwinds


Binga is a place on the Southern Zambezi in north of Matabeleland, home to the Ba Tonga people and their famous Mbanje or Dagga (Cannabis).