Dhat-Badan

Covert dream

Scapegrace Ophidia

Lurking in the desert

Waiting for words to rush by

The heat draws liquid mirrors

From the sand

Wind wooing a trembling oasis

On the horizon

Sliding thru space

I ride the mirage

To find you smiling

In the blue sunshine

Very near the source

You pick tumbleweeds

Out of a jar

Tiny lust balls

Rippling through fingers of time

So there you are

Opening your heart

And showing

A single silver pearl

And here I am

Uraeus

Coyly coiled

Yet awestruck

Have we met before?

Or was it after?

Will you give a piece of your heart

Or more souls?

Red threads reach out

from your nostrils

Biting my tale

Shedding my skin

I enter your realm

Under the guise

Of the Cuntalini