Gershon Wolf Poet Couplet

Searching for Tempo in Desert Sands

                In Arabian singsong, the dancer began
                   Searching for tempo in desert sands
                Torso twisting and turning to the rhythm of time
                    With a toss of her head and a shake of her mane

                 Tambourines rang, spectators clapped
                     the dancer transformed, shot into his lap
                 Wriggling her belly and lighting his fire
                     she struggled to control her desire… 

              … At the end of the night, slumped over, frail, spent
                     too many years barely paying the rent

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CayCay Godwin September 1, 2026 at 5:29 PM Oh, my gosh, Gershon, toasty lines, twitty decline that land on bawdy and funny. Love how it went from serious to giggle-ous. her desire ... don't think it's what she wanted him to think it was which is probably exhausting enough by itself. Now shake out your shoes, get the sand out.

Karen Croft September 1, 2026 at 12:38 PM oooh my, I'll stick to loading yogurt in 34 degrees! Gershon Wolf September 1, 2026 at 5:36 PM ha, ha, ha, ha. So funny. You sure you don't want to load 'Desert Sands Yogurt,' Karen?!