Desert sands, hover round me and my camel,
Sore buttocks molded to my luggage and saddle.
Sandwiched tween the camels **** back,
While treading along  the sandy white path.

Sand dunes char from desert sun,
Scorched skin fresh, yet still in the oven.
Set on my camel, weakening and weary,
Eagerly wishing  the cold dark and dreary.

Beetles hauling camel manure,
Through the boiling sand dune sewer.
Day concludes, they lay up to rest their eyes
Under the Starry desert night skies.

And I will do the same,
While the mother of all, lurks far away.
Now quietly pondering, my recent wander,
Connecting the stars out way a yonder
© 4 years ago   desert