Changing shapes amidst an unfolding yet imprisoned flow
of some Nubian dance with chant of loin and dew
Full tongued for stroking each wet blade of emerald leaf
Full lipped ample strength in sucking the challenge
from this particular and blooming desert
Caterall, dogwild screaming, true shade of ancient blue
Flashing back from your paradox, that enigmatic
and yearning glare
That riant and experient smile
Alas, I long for the savor of you
The clutch of thighs on cheeks
One drop of sweat fractures as a prism on my flesh
To my knees in your sand I humbly ask for more

K. Roberti