My lover’s face
Is nothing like the desert plain’s
Wide open space
Her rising breast
Cannot compare to sand dune curves
Which never rest
Her diamond ring
Is nothing like the desert rose:
Dull shimmering
My darling’s eyes
Are nothing like the sticky dates
With buzzing flies
Her moistened lips
Cannot compare to fresh mint tea’s
Sweet steaming sips
Her flashing smile
Is nothing like the sun’s bright glare
For endless miles
Yet both seduce me
Boundless in their natural beauty
Both infuse me
— Wayne Visser