The Desert Oasis

I keep getting lost in this dream,

where the desert is all around me,
to the eye the streaming sand is infinite,

glittering golden brown under Ra's glare,

my feet bask in the comforting warmth,

as my unending search for her continues,

the scorpions whisper as they scuttle,

the lizards taunt me with their tongues,

they say I will never find her,

that I shall rot in this Saharan abyss,

try as I might to pay no heed,

their words echo in the depths of the mind,

threatening to break me.

Just as hope of finding her departs,

there she is,

bathing in a flowery expanse colored bluish green,

wet brown hair clinging to pale skin
and hanging so it covers her face,

lips plump and red like Arbutus berries,

as she lathers herself with water

each motion unveils prominent collarbones,

the scar still visible underneath the right

of her breasts,

succulent mounds with rosy buds,

waist as thin as her jaw,

and a smooth back that leads downward,

to two perfect semi circles.

I try to speak to her,

my parched throat cracks and opens,

but the words escape me and do not escape me,

so I venture closer and closer,

wanting nothing more but to lose myself in her,

to remember her touch and her core,

but just as I come within reach,

the sky blackens like under an eclipse,

cold gales slow me but they dare not stop me,

what freezes me is her stare,

the snakes rise up from my gorgon,

emerald green eyes finally meeting mine,

conveying the hopelessness of my quest.

Yet I break free in raging passion,

and I come in such close proximity,

we could be Michelangelo's God and Adam,

but the wind carries her last words to me,

those three haunting words,

then the snakes fuse to form one wicked cobra,

sinking its fangs into her midriff,

I lunge for her,

except the ground seems to vanish beneath my feet,

quicksand,

to think that she could be so lovingly cruel,

that even in my dreams she refuses to let me save her,

to deceive myself into thinking she still lives.

Reviews

[Deswy2Knives]

Oooooh, beautiful. What words these are, that sing to me of a love lost to death; In the twilight of dreams we speak to the dead and they to us....and sometimes they taunt us, cruelly, when we want so much to save the ones we love so badly it hurts because of the love we bear for them, only to lose them over and over again.

Very well done.