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Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place
The Bedouins, bequeathed with the sacred beauty of paradise harsh, trusted guardians of jealous gorges and gifted groves lead me from the Wadi Musa to the humble ingress of Petra, saying with thrill, the Jin of your Jihad awaits you White Lion, we embrace as Brothers of Light and ancient dust, their camels wise in soft steps impart wide eyed, gentle blessing to me, a shrill whisper of teasing wonderment whisks the sand of centuries strewn small with a cobra's awakening whisp and hungry hiss, evening enters the terrible terrain glowing a cool blue dark and daring along with it a blowing a zephyr unzips the zodiac of my ancestors, stars of a billion years sympathize with this soul sojourn, alone I journey inward like a brave wish wafting into a heart wanting to disgorge a secret need, the smell of salt, sandstone and myrrh infiltrate my mind with a mineral magic animating millenia of sovereign economics, lamp light revealing the blush and rue of the the Siq's colossal rock hue, shadows of caravan traffic bespeak exotic trade from distant industry, narcotics from Kush, Persian rugs, spices and incense of Arabia, jewels and hides from India, the medicine and silk of China, beasts and papyrus of Africa, wine, weapons and art of Rome, slaves beautiful and strong carried from every known ethnic throng, a river of precious merchandise replacing the might of carving waters, at the egress of this artery's eternal enterprise I behold with burgeoning awe the Nabataean Treasury, it's gladsome geometry a harmony of will, wealth and worship, warm red cream stone become bone of a peoples' politic, architecture for their angels and sanctuary for culture, depository for dreams indebted to desert Deities, I blow a kiss to the niche of Tyche, Goddess of fantastic fortune, as I tighten my checkered turbin I hear a soft song of Hellenic, Semitic and Arabic recipe, stringed hums with chime and it moves me into the open, bleak basin towards the Monastary facade, in the black of it's errie entrance a spirit of evanescent education escalates my enchantment as corners wake to pathways, murals like waving reflections stream across the walls I see Moses crack the water stone for salvation as the Holy Arch spirals an avalanche of absolution from Earth to Heaven, Solomon and Sheba secure a trade treaty with royal love, I witness Jesus in the Jordan with John the Baptist kindly laying him in the steady float of faith, then the tragedy of John's demise by the sour ambition of Herodias, the whore of defacto power, I observe the affection of Joshua Ben Joseph with his woman of street sense as they endure trial after trial, scenes of the Pax Romana and Judaen revolts parade by my eyes as terror, torture and triumph wear masks of glory and glee, the Essenes embarking for the Dead Sea defense, Muslims and Crusaders found not the bounty of this land, here remains the treasure of Pharaonic voyage, exiting with renewed moral for love I look to the top of Zibb Atuf where I see the thunderbolt of Zeus Hadad and cornucopia of Atargatis burn sweetly in the night, periwinkle smolder signals righteous passion, I feel you, my Love, paramount in the depth of every sense I have, turning entranced to the Roman Theater I proceed to the north east rendezvou, you are lovely and glamorous on the stage of amplified ardor, starbeams spotlight your coordinated curves and fertile instinct, you begin to seduce with a dance, breathtaking, impulsive balance, moving with the smooth heat and poise of a breath blown candle flame, a crescent of torches beautifies your frame, crimson silk wings from you, I stand for a moment on the outer upper rim gazing, with great heat upsurging through every muscle, knowing you are jubilant for me by the way you move I descend the stairs undistracted from the language of your invitation, your cinnamon skin skims my own as you go round and round and the crave for your ravishing rub forces my pursuit, I catch your tender waist as you spin into my hunting arms, your fingertips feel so right in my hands, we sway like romance on fire in the storm of desire, your restive back nestled inbetween my shoulders my obsessed lips move up your neck in search for innocent sensitivity overtaking your naked earlobe with a hot mouth and firm pull, your body, begging to be breeched brutely calms slowly as I release spontaneous poetry into your ear saying... When the moon was young unbattered by stone and age glowing bold upon Earth newly spun the first man and sacred Woman made love of flesh warmly woven from they're erupting hearts came wild knowledge... J.A.B.
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