Oasis Queen

 
 
I lie awake and pierce the void of this restless night.
My minds eye sees a torches path burning ghostly bright.
The flavored air of myrrh and jasmine thickened as I near.
Men gathered speaking foreign tongues to faintly over hear.
Guards flanked the entrance each with swords drawn within their hand.
Carpet tapestries of red and beige replace the desert sand.
Inside the shelter stood smoking hookahs around an open space.
On a silken cushion near the back is where I took my place.
Shackled slaves each bore the brand of their master’s mark.
Knelt beside their owners bowed or waited silent in the dark.
Brazen women served heavy trays baring fruit and roasted meat.
Clothed to delight and entice in ways that weren’t discrete.
Upon a throne sat the host a bearded hulking man.
His reputation understood by all the nomad clan.
Tribute lay before his feet maidens fanned him from each side.
He clapped his hands the music played an entrance opened wide.
Like uncorked wine came flowing dancers moving to the beat.
Alluring as they spun, each of them, on barren graceful feet.
Gold and silver charms and bells rang on silks and sun bronzed skin.
Daughters of flame and living fire ignite their souls within.
As I watched slender fingers caressed and fed me well.
Should sin be of such lustful pleasure then damned is how I’ll dwell.
My goblet brimmed and stayed as full from skins fat with wine.
While the water pipes hypnotic smoke wafted twisted, light and fine.
At fevered pitch the dancers fled back through the entrance door.
The music changed but few could notice from the frantic men’s up roar.
Temptress came and quelled them quiet while barely in the room.
Her presence reined a seductive glow amidst the shadows gloom.
Hers was not for rent or for sale though all would gladly pay.
I too gazed in private want desiring every turn and sway.
“Could the dream also dream?” A thought broke from my trance.
It’s importance lost as well as I watched her body dance.
The smile she gave the look she made I wondered what they meant.
Her tossed silk veil covered me to bless me with her scent.
The goddess cloth was drawn away so too the vision also done.
As my bed’s pulled sheets no longer blocked the rising morning sun.
Again she’ll lure away my restless nights as an exotic fantasy.
Where for that time she’s what I wish and who I’ll want to be.