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Desert Nomad

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At some god-forsaken hour of the night
I had woken briefly to feel him lying beside me
                        clothed in medieval blue
beautiful white teeth in sharp contrast
to milky brown skin
          dead-to-the-world, I sprawled
fully-clothed, on the sand

Clear, bright moonlight oddly lacking in colour
memories of Marrakesh
horse hooves and the raucous spluttering
of mopeds, the flick-crack of whips over donkeys
that look too small to be pulling carts so over-laden
with fruit, firewood, bundles of herbs
the natives able to navigate the labyrinth
of alleys and souks with their eyes closed -
                          but I was not that skilled

'Ah, my desert nomad' he whispered
running his index finger along my ribs

I turned, and closed dream-filled eyes
against the solar power of his smile









Desert Nomad

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  • Sonja
    August 4, 2007
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    Nice written, good feelings and memorable pictures from the first to the last line. Congratulations for POD bronze.
    ~Sonja~


  • Arkbear gold member
    August 3, 2007

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    Whoa ~

    Very frikkin Kewl ~

     

    ....and who's that cutie..Balldinger?

     

    hehe ~

     

    I should never allow myself to expect a sensual

     *love story* to not make the grade ~

     

    This was/is fabulous ~

     

    The Imagery you brought forth, took me to your place

    nesteled on the beach, diving below your wave of dreams ~

     

    Going to Finals with this one!

     

    Please join me in the POW!

     

    Good luck Poet ~

    Bear ~

     

     

    'Ah, my desert nomad' he whispered
    running his index finger along my ribs

    I turned, and closed dream-filled eyes
    against the solar power of his smile

     

    *sigh*


  • Balldinger silver member
    August 1, 2007

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    Moroccan doctrine..

    heat shine and the mezzanine glimmer of soft-celled tissue drips on the surface of sand as you write your love into it. who needs a road when the wind carries your name everywhere - never mentioned?


  • Rowan gold member
    August 1, 2007
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    I agree with Wanda. Very moving..haunting.


  • Night Hope gold member
    August 1, 2007

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    "'Ah, my desert nomad' he whispered
    running his index finger along my ribs

    I turned, and closed dream-filled eyes
    against the solar power of his smile"

    Sighhh...Exquisite penning, my Friend...as I knew it would be, given the title & your immeasurable talents...Good luck in John's contest, Sweetie... Wanda

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