The bedside candles pour their amber light
like glaze that spreads beneath a desert moon,
our dreamy sandscape set aglow tonight,
creating shadows deep between the dunes.
Imagine floating on the warmth as though
I’m riding thermals rising from your skin,
in quiet contemplation, lofting slow
and soft above the realm, pure feminine.
Despite a wish to drift from ringlet crown
to anklet gold — all this before you wake —
my flight will end, because the lustrous ground
still tempts me down to reach, to touch, to take
my hands and stir them in these naked sands,
exploring dune by dune your queenly lands.