Port Said

by

Wesley A. Storer

Why he stayed single

Her lithely form few will see
Sleek virtuous voluptuousness
The Sheik's dancing queen
Like liquid golden strands
Amid purple burgundy sands
And Arabian sequined nights
Silver baubled ankle preening
Ruby bangle wrists agleam
Emerald toe rings of green
Ebony rivulets veil screened
Dancing in cadenced trance
Smooth as a metronome's swing
Smooth as orbs around the sun
That undulating tummy bunny
Blew away our minds with
Mirages of rosy caravans
Palms and naked gypsy girls
To get near carried a curse
She danced for kings on earth
One night of nights long ago
A crazy kid of alcoholic cargo
A break from Kismet borrowed
Managed to somehow sneak in!
To the old congressional Port Said
City of the Kennedy Whitehouse
On 14th street or thereabouts
That dream of loveliness supreme
Few mortal men will ever see
Except in fondest of their dreams

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