Heartbroken,
I cover myself
in flowing,
thin black wool
for the long journey,
a protection from
the relentless-rays
of the unforgiving sun,
mocking my every step.

One foot in front of the other,
I move snail-like
toward the oasis,
my unforgettable image
of her beauty
& precious-sin.

O, her beauty!

Sheer,
like the ice walls
in Tibet.

Magnificent,
like the pyramids
of the Maya.

Never-ending,
like the winds,
the sands
kissing my face,
driving me on
to sin again.