From time to time, I love to dabble in poetry.

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The title piece and my inspiration for Desert Noon collection of poetry.

desert noon
victoria valentine

desert coiled around me
light on my feet – movement came swiftly
champagne locks heavy, crossing my brow
shuttered an eye crystal green
with the other i squinted
denying an urge to flee home
where comfort warmed my pampered skin
not a sun brazen / relentless and sordid
as this place surrounding life without reason
thirsting i mouthed currents of air
swatting grains of sand glazing my face
     raised a hand as a visor
        mindless response
gazing sunward
from no where you seemed to glide
taunting endless space
tall / gilded and bold
with brandy eyes pouring smoothly
caught beneath searing skies – and one another
a prince and a drifter
distance between us mere
     as a pivot
        forcing me to the brink
barely did i raise my stare bearing down at my soles
embedded in blistering earth pale as my lips / till
my ears grasped the chords of my mind – felt the beat of my heart
something in the distance affirming
a faltering phrase lost in silence
closing the gap
there you stood
nearby, one man older / a woman veiled
olive-skinned / brooding
however, not as near as i who could simply reach out
swirl my fingers through charcoal madness
tufts of arrogant curls captured by linen
your jubbah swayed to a halt
briefly disturbed by a breeze
or was it my sigh?
eyes colliding / speechless / swallowed by pulse of rising heat
a knowing flashed between us in the glint of a grin
and then you were gone
fading back into that thoughtless cloud
three days sped before you sent for me
     to my thrilling surprise
         through the glare of a brilliant sun
that hammered a slice of my window shade
blinking sand from the corners of restless eyes
i knew you would never be there
in my country you’d be that heart-stopping stranger
cloaked by Armani
not caring for blonds
coarse hair bound – shading the nape of your neck
tossing a tepid glance over one shoulder
vanishing into granite, privacy glass – and steel


Always wind
Tapping at the skylight

Ocean waves
Silver tipped curling toward midnight  nibbling
Rousing lazy stars from slumber
Drizzling tinsel as they rise

dancing on chimes
Your lips pressed to my ear
A velvet sigh

blazing flare
Sauntering maiden
Into January’s world
Dusted with peace

Nature knows her place


Things get lost in forever
Poetry on a crashed drive

If you were here
I’d call this heaven

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