Desert Princess

In her dark brown eyes

an orphic night

a silent mill

grinding out stars.

I fondle her sensual

Sahara-fields

losing all sense

of existence.

Victimized

by a plume of

diamond clouds.

In the fall of night

we cross silken borders

and transcend reality

till the sky blue strengthens.

Slowly glazed with hues of

orangered.

Whilst the sun climbs higher

things are all clear to see.

Like her appearance as a

desert-princess is all what

pure beauty looks like

to me.

Reviews

[Raven Starhawk]

Your metaphors are delicate yet weave together this perfect poem.

[Desert Dreamer]

Love, desert, stars, sun, all woven together to create a beautiful vision. I am fond of deserts.