Thar Desert

As the wide sea of sand opens
on our sides
we ride our desert ships
slowly slowly
I feel her breath
the air of the desert

You are not one
you are many
bodies after bodies
lying side by side
quietly
naked
wrinkled by the wind

Curves of women
hips and thighs
bellies with their small buttons
soft shoulders resting on the back of their neighbour
again in slience
only brought to live by the wind
gently moving you closer
giving shape to sleeping forms

We walk on your skin
Leave our trails on your back
but someone has been here already
the beatle has lefts is footprints

I will shout to you,
but you won't answer.
You might hear
but you won't answer.

I will butty my feet in you,
but you won't move.
You might feel me
but ou won't move

I can live with you,
I can live of you.
But you won't help me
And still I try.