She walks right by me, Queen of Sheba,
Black skin glinting like steel in the sun.
Proud breasts topped with prouder nipples
Black rubies jutting east to west.
Her spangled turban hits the North Star
Jeweled feet trample the South Pole beneath,
All space between guarded by curved fangs,
Such dangerous territory–alien ground.
Tattooed ribbons flow down sinuous arms
Black snakes born with sensuous intent.
Hot sun glances off gold-tipped teeth–
A shot of mystery between mahogany lips,
Giving rarely a smile– more of a sneer.
Kohl eyes flash a steady disdain,
While measuring the urban jungle
From cracked sidewalks littered
With the broken shards of broken lives,
To burnt out neon signs of tumbled pool halls.
I offered the most honeyed of fruits,
Celestial music of spinning spheres,
Jewels of priceless glowing stars,
Captured in baskets for her fondling,
Brought to earth to surround with
An aura of delight,
Ah, Cruel Queen of Sheba!
No glance in my direction.
Obviously had other fish to fry,
With plenty of empires to plunder–
Though I promised the
And the Wisdom of Solomon.
Copyrighted, 2016 (Queen of Sheba originally published in “A Seasoning of Lust”, Lulu.com, 2009)