Poem By C. Michael Miller
She is a like cinnamon-scented dune beneath me.
Moonlight caresses her with mysterious shadows that
hold euphoric promise... her warm scent
creating nocturnal desires.
She is like a sidewinder sliding
across the desert mosaic...
a sensuous dance, shifting and churning,
constantly moving... challenging...
I dance with her now... her venom coursing
through me... entranced.
I reach out for the scent and comfort of her
warm dune, moving through her shadows...
getting lost in them... hoping never to be found.