A sand blown whisper taunts my soul
With rippling samba’s rigmarole

This soul perspires mosaic paint
As rose vine perfume makes me faint.

Souls breathe fire to yearn and smoulder
Seismic vision makes us bolder

Brazenly two souls rub noses
Wild sirocco dust our poses.

Published In Poetry Soup And A Top Four Contest  Placement Winner As Soul To Soul.