Intimate Betrayal
In the desert
you make
your own shade
the heat of
the unflinching eye
high above is without
mercy or menace
there are
no
apologies
no running wild
in the casbahs
but praying
and walking
to find a cool
pitcher of liquid
or
something to release
the visions
dancing between
the velvet stars
far into the night
and further
into
the mathematics
of memory
where
dead scholars
pass judgement
discussing
and debating
historical
and scientific
transformations
the delayed
fate of nations
the relations
between tribes
and the scribes who
recollect and record
each luminous
syllable
sipping
their painted cups
of jasmine tea
nibbling on
the rinds of
desiccated oranges
plucked
from besotted
and iridescent
trees long
long
ago
Copyright © Barry Levy | Year Posted 2016
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