Only a holy man
From desert sands
Could intuitively understand
The deserted barren lands
That held a well deep within
From a hollow to a cavern
Beyond her dry rough skin
Lay a small a trickle of
Cool water
Protected from the winds
Where the diamond sang her song
Her skin song - which spiraled towards her throat
Led by the smell of amber, the earth, argon oil
And the nudge of a billy goat
And the one late night
As the fire was a glow
His fingers whispered
Come - follow me - share your inner glow..
It is there… I know… I sense…
I pull music out of skins…
And I know what lies slumbered
deep deep within,
And ever so slowly he moved…
And ever so slowly quietly he breathed
Like a gentle breeze
And he warmed her
And he held her
And he loved her
And he made her a rose again
A desert Rose
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