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Date Posted: 09:41:47 03/22/06 Wed
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: 88-107-153-0.dynamic.dsl.as9105.com / 88.107.153.0
Subject: Your Shadow

Unaware that you are a dream, your shadow entices you here.
Unaware that you are a dream, she traverses the skies hanging
by delicate threads of multi-coloured silk fabrics.
A parachute of life skimming the desert sands below.
Your shadow seeks your soul and bleeds it dry.
Swifter than a wind of change she seeks you out.
She needs you because you are her life, her reason to be.
You make love with her in a Bedouin tent
laying back on a bed of jewel-coloured cushions embroidered
with sequins and mirrors and edged with tassels.
On the walls of the tent hang rich tapestries
depicting mythological gods in compromising positions
(Looking at each other as she looks at you now).

The desert knows you are a dream
but your shadow does not, despite her desire and hunger.
Her lips frame your name. Her hair is as black as night.
What an image she conjures up! You are her aim;
the need to envelope you within her core.
Unable to see the need that you also possess.
Such gasps you arouse within her,
like a momentary ceasing of the world in time.
Her scent quickened merging with golden sands,
or the intoxicating oasis of your love.

Then she falls exhausted and spent amongst scattered cushions.
She dreams wrapped in your love, your dream, your bedouinne,
She wants you as her dream.
She wants you to want her
as she wanders through the desert riding your dream.

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