Desert

Sky

The desert sky throws harsh shadows on my bunions

As, naked

My feet assume the position

Astride my favorite footstool

My magic stallion, my bareback'd stud

Taking me to heights as yet undreamt

Strange destinations as yet unwent

As well as places I have gone

Garbo's garb, I too have donned

Smokey nights, still water in the bong

Moroccan hash, the lash of the whip

Upon my footstool's leathery backside

Where next?  The Ottoman Empire?

Wherever I aspire, my sex perspiring

The juice of peaches

To own, her each's

Do I dare to eat again?

I should have been a dish of crab claws

Like week-old lox reeking

Or sweaty sox with Birkenstocks

Upon my favorite footstool

Should I dress for dinner?

These and other questions I ponder

Who am I?

No, who am I really?

I am the yet unborn

I am woman, hear me some more

I am putting up my feet at last

It's been a long day.