Ramad

Diving under a watercolour sun,

Rising with the sickle moon.

Snake spined in the sand,

We called the desert Trickster spirit

Out to play.

In Your alpine eyes

I saw us.

Making love without making love.

I went to the universe in your mouth

as Venus blinked.

Under her we were all beautiful.

Tasting infinity

on a desert industrial beach.

 

 

Desert woman

The desert can give us a little bit of God, or God can give us a little desert.

Hélène Cixous