Sudanese

In all her sensual aroma
never such a poetic spot was before.
In between the
lime helicoptor gunships,

the concrete metal bridges manned with machinegun laden soldiers,
and maroon-black paratrooper grunts
getting razor haircuts by the side of the road

lay ruby-red Sudan.
In all her rare musk

never such a blazing ardent place was after.
Even the mosquitoes were tardy
in the dessertified Saharan desert
in my cherry Lariam-mefloquine liquid trance haze,

they attempted to
squeeze themselves through
the four square holes of

pink mosquito-netting,
to my cerise silk sheets.
In all her mysterious fragrance

never such an adoring place was since.
In her golden-brown exotic gaze
never before
had I had seen
such shining visions
of lush delight,

and never yet.