tagNon-Erotic PoetrySahara's Mart

Sahara's Mart


(an acrostic)

Toes on the carpets
Hands in the Suns
Eyes closed in mystery
Swaying like the winds

Always I wonder darkly
Never with hot intent
Days End nods peace
So I watch my sins.

Other people beguile
For tunes they hear,
Tickling my mind's eye
In clay bottomed bins.

More distractions tear my heart
Every dusk at Sahara's mart.

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