Hot Saharan Summer

Dappled light filters through
the wood slat windows
gives a kind of cotton glow
the room is draped in
ivories and Saharan battles

insect air
dry burnt skin
her pores dilated
expelling the last droplets of moisture
how she longs to feel the cool
touch of marble and
the coliseum games

But this arid parradise
has it's rewards
the grasslands give way to an
amazing blue endless
the sunset paints rich history
in their minds
a land of origin
a land of where we came
the red earth
dry cracked bed
the heat ripples
her vision in the distance
a lion swaggers toward
blazing landscape
stands upright
and licks her face
looks her in the eyes
with thought and love
a yearning for understanding
off into the distance
through the grasses she disappears