Arabic Nights Poem by RIC BASTASA

you are the arabesque
into my arabic nights.

you dance and i open my eyes
trying to see where does love reside

in your belly? no, it is not there.
it could be inside you.

but you are closed as a door
of the palace where aladin lives

i am looking for love.
dance, dance for me.

it is dark here and you are the light.
the moon.

i am a snake. i need the apple.
let me bite you.

take me inside you.
you are my paradise.

you are my tree.
i have the apple inside my throat.

do not die yet.
i am still alive.

please. please.

please me i am not dead yet.