Ramad

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 deserted industrial beach.