She came to me through swirling sands
A golden dream more brilliant than the sun,
A mirage of perfection; a burnished fantasy;
Hair sweeping behind her as though a raven cape,
Cheekbones slicing through the Saharan haze,
She radiated an energy far beyond that of the sun in
Silken skirts like coral, so far removed from the sea.
I shaded my eyes from the searing orb overhead
Afraid if I didn’t the tears would go to waste.
Cleopatran figure, beguiling, an unmissable enchantment,
So light of foot as to barely disturb a single grain of sand,
She glided to me.
The desert moved with her, undulated in her wake.
Yet like a viper her eyes fixed on prey,
More deadly than a sandstorm,
And just as intangible, she sought to consume me.
But the catch was this: I wanted it!
I wanted the desert, the heat, the expanse of dreamlike gold;
I wanted it all and through her it should be mine.
But not for one second did I forget what I wanted the most:
I wanted her. I had to have her!
She was my Princess; my life; my love, my golden dream.
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