EGYPT IN YOUR EYES

Columns,
Sphinxes,
No one near,
Toasted skin veiled like sand dunes,
In the hot white sun.
Pitter-patter,
Pitter-patter,
Scurry across the smoldering Stones,
Duck swiftly,
As the cobra,
Through the secret passageway.
Within the pyramid,
Slowly striding,
Silken stone licking naked feet,
Soothing sand-scorched soles,
To the golden antechamber,
Quietly she goes.
Resting peacefully,
On crisp cool cotton sheets,
Pharaoh’s lover pauses,
In silent sweet repose,
Poignant melting memories enveloping her soul.

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