Saturday, January 17, 2009

Sahara girl.

In the desert she was dancing
every footstep she took became an oasis
fertile and rich.

In the sand she was moving
sideways like a snake
her senses wide awake.

In her dances she made stupendous travels,
swaying on the tambourine
grace and beauty as never seen.

Her beauty contaminated the whole world,
blood and gold run over my spine,
sirocco and bedouine.

Sister to the sun,
Mother to the moon
Cold at midnight,
burning at high noon.

Dance sandcreature.
Entice every single grain.
Bite me with your poison.
Save me with your love.
Lose me in your song.
Take me where I belong.

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