Mindscape
I crave open space, air keen sharp and dry Her face fills my mind, hair thick black and streaming, Her skin coloured bronze, her eyes deep and brown
They wrench pained nostalgia from me, of smooth rock Brown, white, purple, and red, under punishing yellow The powdered grains once so cool under fingers
Crests of dunes, bare knife-edges, sharp high and low Perfect sinuous curves, incomparable shapes Orange glows to up-sun, pale sand-yellows in shade
A strange overwhelming feeling within me
The past tugs my heart, memories call me home The frustrated urge to escape from the greenness Here crowding me, moist and oppressively close
Red wine loosens the thoughts Thoughts of old missed romance, Hot things that could, might, and then should have been Flow over and ‘round me, windblown grains of sand.
LANCE NIZAMI
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