Her brown arms engulf you
Smothering warm symphonic covering
Spicy fire lymphonic night breeze
Roaring still everlastquick soaring
Breath
Lashes layering longing looks toward dunes
On which she lays her arching petrol back
Hiding the grains of sand holding her up no
beating sun above her can see
See, the Desert Woman’s love is Like This:
She shall dance on the sand and
Let her feet sink deep so deep down in and
Tiny grains of rock may hold keep drag slender fire down but
Only about as long as a sandstorm.
And when her brown toes kick away from you you’re
Sliding tumble wonderingly losing
Stepping never dually missing
Beating sol-ace foolishly believing
Grains
(so sorry, seemingly splendorous statue covering her)
The Desert Woman never steps on the same sand twice-
She has a drought and you bring a sandstorm?
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