The Desert Queen
She lays there stark naked
writhing and moaning on the hot sand
like a sensuous woman in heat,
Her golden tresses weave through the desert
as far north as the eyes can see,
waving like sheik's silken tent in the wind.
A little down south
hidden behind a billowing dune
lies an oasis for the blessed,
like a shrine set in the sanctum sanctorum--
cool, moist and well-lined with palm trees
with a musky fragrance permeating the air,
And a wellspring of fresh, bubbly water
to quench the thirst of weary wayfarers.
~Abdul Malik
~"In the Desert"
~09/15/2014
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