Desire,
Dripping from a red dress
Puzzles my sense
And makes me so digress,
That all the mess
Of colour and stress
Shades into curves
Of exquisite shape
That dazzle and delight
Like a snow-capped sight
To a sun-burnt son
Of Saharan plight.
So my stinking pool at night,
Blossoms bright
With grapes and rose
Armed with replays –
Infinite.
