Egypt

The dew upon your lashes comes with the sunrise in your irises

The myst from your lips rolls with the poetic phonemes off your tongue

The bristles of your brow rise upon the cliffs

A golden desert skin blankets your ivory ruins

Red and blue flood down with your celestial vitality

The honey of your roses drips down your hills

Alluvial plains hold out a cornucopia of delights

Your mysteries hold me eternally 

Captive

Could anyone truly leave you