Willst thou trample me
     Under a thousand hooves,
     Pounding in the yellow desert heat,
     While sand storms spawn
     From the cirrus-streaked sky,
     Penetrating to the navel of the Earth.

     Your perfume wafts
     Dolorously from Sheba,
     Violating my inner sanctum of memories,
     While an ethereal emanation
     From the lips of a Siren
     Weathers my chalcedony plate to shreds.

     Amidst the vultures
     Encircling in multitudes,
     Vermillion tides swept you ashore,
     While my courage collapsed,
     Buckling under the pressure
     Of the cacophonous din of the beach.

     Sweeping back
     Jarring reminiscences
     By a corpse-infested monsoon tide,
     While feeling numb,
     Bored with arcane demands
     Of the inhibiting conscious intellect.

     Yearning for release,
     From this throbbing death,
     Let my mind float free on a parvis breeze,
     While the creature within,
     Primeval and impulsive,
     Surrenders eagerly to the poignancy of the moment.