by rosemaryrae

in a world unnamed,

beyond jungles,


and great rivers,

there is a woman

who walks among the jasmine.

beads on her wrists.

tattoos on her eyelids.

crystals hanging from her hips.

she is calling her lover,

and quivering with song.

beckoning him

to steal through the jungles,

conquer the mountains,

cross the great rivers

to find her,

there in her halo of mist,

to find her

as the sun,

each night,

returns to the moon.