.................Seduction In The Desert Poem by elysabeth faslund

Midnight.
No guards. Odd. Quiet.
Robed. Hooded. Common clasps.
No gold glints, gem-fired fingers.
No plumes on horses.
Chariot passed through one gate.
Midnight.

Fire.
High. Glowing oasis.
He leaned back. Comfortable.
Eyes on one body. Dancing slow.
Fire, her lover, reflected cast garments.
Made love to flames.
Eyes to eyes.
Desire.
Fire.

Queens.
They do not seduce, in deserts,
Crippled kings. Nor Ankhs.
That concubine, and his son...
She...daughters all.

Great lovers. History etched.
Queen Nefertiti regented Tutankhaten,
As Pharoah Smenkara...
Lost mystery.
Dynasty politics.

Midnight fire.