The Cedar Winds

Tonight she dreams by flags of cedar;
reds and whites, waving above an empty market place,
an ancient temple of veils.

Scented desert intoxicates with dry air.
Ghost lamps glow from a host of canvas caves.
A baron , clad in lavish kimono spun silky red,
mostly feminine,
appears drifting across the dunes.

His reclusive spirit has sensed a presence
descending into his domicile; permeating
pulsing loins in seductive pull.
His long ebony hair, sweetly pleasing in scented
frankinscence soon draws her hunger.

He sees her crossing over from watery chasms wrapped
in blue white radiant garment, she was the wind, sky
and rain.
Quickened hearts feel familiar rhythms drumming
the hot sand as they touch,
brushing wet tendrils of awakened lust.

Their love inhabits separate realms yet, bound
forever in the lost world.
Always , he waits for her there.
A love unwavering, captivated by the cedar winds.
The barrier gone, they join ,
he rises to a seasoned occasion and takes all of
her.
She thrusts him wildly, deep inside her in abandoned
longing,
hot ground meeting furious bodies as they drive
deeper into unspeakable ecstasy.
Desert winds howl , and somewhere in her dreams her
life spins in his never ending chamber of desire.