| They Stand the Walls of Egypt by Ray Succre |
The skeletons upheld a fugue of lust,
curled around one another,
even kilometers apart, in different
structures; these girls he saw
were caught above roots,
in childish light, trapped in lines,
until even his sweat beat in time
to a leap-startled heart.
The tourist concise India man,
a hieroglyphic sex-posture in his eyes,
looked through time at them,
the girls and girls, the flat, ancient
gable of affable, tablet-scalloped girls,
as boyish heat glistened him ripe.
curled around one another,
even kilometers apart, in different
structures; these girls he saw
were caught above roots,
in childish light, trapped in lines,
until even his sweat beat in time
to a leap-startled heart.
The tourist concise India man,
a hieroglyphic sex-posture in his eyes,
looked through time at them,
the girls and girls, the flat, ancient
gable of affable, tablet-scalloped girls,
as boyish heat glistened him ripe.
