Ode To the Myrrh Tree

ODE TO THE MYRRH TREE So the tree stood in the centre of the desert Mangled by winds of change and truth of joy and chains of dust and torrents of rare rain Burnt black and senseless by an unrelenting Sun of nightmare beauty And orange was the sand of scorpions orange was the mirage of miracles orange was her veil of innocence As the tree stank of heavenly myrrh itched to pour its oil over orange nippled breasts and buttocks Stroke curves and carves of luminous beauty with its ancient branches of stony bark As beetles made holy love in its crevices of dark deep velvet depth And the mangled magic of the myrrh stood short and stumped and watched the breath of the timeless desert A slow movement of a noble camel with its long thick lashes speaking of Magnificent slowness in the lick of lick a lip in a lip Tree of a thousand loves Spice of sprinklings in sparkles spaced over a tent of chiffon on sand Slithering with patterned serpents and eyes of dark magic of long limbs all in one Twine and twine and grow together as all become one with myrrh and magic Heavy beads of sweat and Amber laugh and scream Moments of a tree of ugly love as ugly melts into vacant beauty Irresistible wordless wrinkles ageless Deep furrows of sweet scent Sent the desert creatures weeping to smiling stars as the Tree of life stood stock still to imbibe eternal myrrh Itself ©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song1996 [View Recital of poem by Poet on YouTube channel @ghairodanielspresence]