Summer 2007 Volume One Issue Three
Naje Haje - Marina Lee Sable
I wait, a copper coil of unsprung death
whispering tales of the afterlife
across the dunes and granite corridors.
Lovers, wars, empire lost,
I am all she desires now.
Moving in the coven of night,
a soothsayer's prediction
in the glowing sunset of her palace.
Flutes and harps silent,
only the whisper of guards
and they couldn't find me
nestled beneath the figs.
Curled in dizzy anticipation,
my fangs are sharply sweet.
Isis, Venus, a flaming phoenix,
her dazzling jewels glittering
as I taste the dark desert of her domain.
A kiss for the darkness,
the pearl dissolving in wine.
Her rising sun is now a burnished sunset
and her soul, a star in the sea.
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