He comes from the sands His body curves, firms and swirls around the minds eye Child woman in his arms From many lands Passion no longer caged in Speaking without demand or anger or frustration Patients as if stuck at a fast moving station Peace, give, life taken to soon Fuck Legendary beauty of his eyes, his hands Reside within me my sweetheart Hold tight to our magical carpet Hear heart, lungs, air, resiprical Hear timing, music, rhythm His roughness is taken away by carpenter mystery friends Laying boutique...