Denial Nile

I imagine she laughs like the Egyptian sun and you find
Peace in her perfect figure; watching her hours
Fall seamlessly onto your floor in a pile of visually exotic sand.

She must be a goddess, I assume you think.

My body is a temple, I whisper.
And you visit like a tourist.

I am waiting for her luscious red sand to
Sweep you away from the Nile.

So one of us can sleep without drowning.