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My Desert Cassia
Among the shadows of the night
I hear your footsteps
the scent of jasmine
on your henna-dyed hair.
I remember how you looked then
as I ponder upon twilight summers
two hearts engaged with passion
underneath light rainfalls.
Beauty is her essence
dreamless, floating on crimson tides
I touch her tresses
composed perfectly, accentuating her eyes
The curves of your thighs
like jewels touched by sunlight
exotic, held captive- intrigued
by this Desert Cassia.
Copyright ©
Phillip Knox
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