“Queen of Sheba” is a poem in flux…movement. I published it in the new edition of “A Seasoning of Lust”, published in mid December, 2016, by Amazon.com. I’ve changed it a bit here, and I believe many poems can be revised, rewritten. I tried for rhythm in the beginning and found it hard to sustain.
Queen of Sheba
She walked right by me,
The Queen of Sheba
Black skin glinting like steel in the sun.
Proud breasts topped with prouder nipples
Black cherry rubies jutting east to west.
Spangled turban hits the North Star
Jeweled feet tramples South Pole beneath,
All space guarded by curved, sharp fangs,
Such dangerous territory–alien ground.
Tattooed ribbons down sinuous arms
Black snakes born with sensuous intent.
Hot sun glances off gold-tipped teeth–
Shot of mystery tween mahogany lips,
Rarely a smile– more of a sneer.
Kohl eyes flashing steady disdain,
Measuring decayed urban jungle
From cracked sidewalks littered
With broken shards of broken lives,
Burnt out neon signs,
Tumbled pool halls,
Like kudzu in the night.
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 other fish to fry,
Plenty of empires to plunder–
Though I promised the
And the Wisdom of Solomon.
Copyrighted, 2017, from “A Seasoning of Lust”, published December, 2016, by Amazon. com.