Great triangular pyramids, stacking to the sky,
burnt desert diagonal to a deep blue back drop,
sand full of ancient history, landscape bone dry,
rays of radioactivity beaming down nonstop.
I want to live large, like Mark Antony and Cleopatra,
asp bitten, chancing my demise for intimacy,
never stop adventuring shall be my mantra,
trying my best to tempt your celibacy.
I want to engulf the girth of the Nile, swim through
hieroglyphics, dance across pages scattered
with legends, everything drenched in a burnt sienna hue,
inscriptions about the great Egyptian goddess Isis covered
the cavernous tomb walls, flood enveloping the great serpent,
tears spilled mourning the loss of her precious Osiris,
a mother’s womb drenched in an amplitude of amorous ardent,
the great power of the gods forcing me to forsake my hubris.