Beyond Jordan

I journey across the Valley of the Moon—

a vast terrain more the surface of a distant

planet than anything on earth.

Memories trickle from the Big Dipper—

kisses in the shower, dances in the kitchen.

Inside a dream in this desert,

you over me, your hand on the small

of my back, I feel your tongue

tease, fold me into you.  Even

dead, you aren’t done with me.

Come morning, I stand in the valley

cut into sandstone and granite filled

with orange sand, stare at the Seven Pillars

of Wisdom, remember Laurence of Arabia’s

words,  All of us dream: but not equally.


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