night

'pon a single korai pai mat

Silent  fingers 'pon lips stilling sound, awaiting someone, something.. 

a preciousness far beyond value, beyond the counting of coin.. ..

here in the ancient desert, sand born quartz by time's erosion,

traveled by caravans  rode and writ by adventurers - their haunted notes 

oft whispered against skin silk exotica.

hear the desert moan

Long day done, restless, six camels  champ sand 'neath their feet..  

traveler coughs,  throat dry  sarwan stares inscrutable. hands down vessel,

shrugs his aching shoulders, evicting flicks of night chill ..   tis time:  

tinder burning,  smoke swirls wayward -cigarette smoke, scented, hovers -

fire.. now restless

happens when blood stirs  

flickers, crackles, jumps, wakes: night blushes invisible, mystical -

alluring -  single sounds one by one create solos across, between history

people move, settle, eyes glint - acknowledging a mass of stars

silver laden, slowly.. slower,  drifting down..  man stirs,  licks whiskey lips

then, smiles down at his love 'pon a single korai pai mat.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Ah what goes on behind the scenes, certainly in blackness of dessert night...tired from trekking they lay under the stars and passion flows..."fire, now restless"....between the silences, noises of restlessness and lovemaking .....under the brightest stars...next day begin trekking....their path toward adventure...in the desert sunlight....you know all the subtleties EM.... brilliant!!!
HUGS
B

[emmajoygreen]

Many thanks, dear Betty - to some extent, fact. I've heard the desert.. won't ever forget it.

Will bereviewing as of tomorrow. Have needed to empty my head after days with the collab'. Hope you're now comfortably settled. Hug and smiles.

[Ken Simm.]

Ah the star filled night in the desert.
My treasures do not chink or glitter. They gleam in the sun and neigh in the night. Is an old Bedouin proverb. This also gleams but in the night.

[emmajoygreen]

Almost truth! Heard the desert sing.. somewhat mournfully but - Also saw history in camels' eyes..
Many thank yous, sir Simm.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Em... to sigh... perchance to dream of Arabian Nights in Tents with Silk Drapes and warm Tea in the Arms of Passion... we fade into the Night. gently, Pat

[emmajoygreen]

Many thanks, dear Pat! Perchance to dream of Arabian Nights reads very romantic! Hopefully life is being kind to and with you and Roger. Sending fond and gentle hugs.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Em... it seems we are always in mid-air; however we seem to keep breathing... another challenge with unpredictable Weather. Prayers for you and yours. gently, Pat

[emmajoygreen]

Hello, lovely surprise, catching you here at same time. Weather reads to be horrible everywhere, We've just had Storm, left flooding in many UK places - so sad. Hope you're both safe and the family are watching for you. Please take care in every way that you can. By the way, did you want to leave some words for the Holiday Collabration 2024 - see under my name?