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THE OASISI come to you to help me forgetThe brutal and barren world that surrounds me. I come to you to help me remember The parts of myself that I have buried and cannot uncover on my own. Like a desert, my body feels scorched and desolate; Tightly-strung sinews stretch between sun-bleached bones. Parched and thirsty, I want to dig a deep well in this arid land. I am lost and I am seeking the oasis: This internal haven that I know is here, but cannot find. I want to be veiled in your paisley sun-warmed sheets, Anointed with a caravan of aromatic oils: cloves, eucalyptus, and lavender. As you begin to stroke and knead your fingers over my ravaged terrain, A flood of memory rises from the reservoir beneath: A hidden wellspring flows to slake and refresh my thirsty soul. Your hands lay out a banquet of many delectable flavors, My body eagerly feasts at your table. I breathe deep and then deeper, The tides of my breath rise and fall like the wind over hot sand. You are Scheherazade, your fingers spin mesmerizing tales. I sway beneath your palms and drift into foreign and forgotten places. My thoughts skip like a stone, Skimming the watery edge of the vast sea of my unconscious mind. My body forgets and remembers, and I sigh with pleasure. In this verdant sanctuary Pain, like a mirage, has dissolved. I shed my dry and armored skin like a snake, I forget the brutalities of the world, and I remember the peace and solace that are always within. Copyright 2000 Karen Albertsen |