Cairo
Shall we meet in Cairo,
‘neath the ancient, mystified monuments
to forgotten love?
Halves rent apart worlds ago,
reintroducing first wild desire.
To explore scents exotic,
a tangible feast upon my tender breast,
tasting honeyed hips
with sugar-spoken lips
‘neath paled moonlight.
Trace silver tongued lines
across your dark, rippled chest
through blackest of night,
and lovely gold-hued thighs peruse –
sand and flesh abound -
as we forge a path throughout,
weaving through barriers of emotion,
layers of the heart.
Sip at my shaking breath,
consume my inhibitions,
slake my thirst upon your skin, and
consummate our hearts’ desire for
Morning comes so soon,
and we’ve not long to love.
Chase each other through markets,
now quiet behind veils,
love captured, entailed,
and granted.
And so, love,
if ever we shall meet in Cairo…
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