Bedouin

And the caravan limps through the Sahara
Your feet make love to the sand
The storm attacks you playfully
Your eyes are shut to the pain
Is the bedouin smiling with you now?
And you fall into the welcoming abyss
She covers your tracks and blankets you
Like a mother would a recalcitrant child
Your ears shut out the howling wind
Is the bedouin smiling with you now?
And the Sun calls you out forcefully
Like a cuckolded old man calls his young wife
You raise your head to greet him
And your lips greet his insufferable temper with a smile
Is the bedouin smiling with you now?
And you get up, golden grains return to their resting place
Your throat disobeys you, your mind ignores you
Your senses are hiding from you today
You pay the bedouin his fare
The bedouin laughs, turns and walks away