Abu Simbel, Egypt.

By Beeme
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I marvel at his beauty,
staring, his captive,
looking up.
Instantaneously,
I fall in love, with
this silent beauty.
I fall even further, deeper
and more truly under his
power.
Running my fingertips
throughout rigid tanned
stone, so gently, I start
to capture tiny swirls of
life within sandstone eyes.
The sand welcomes my
heart; extraordinarily
processing each beat.
As I unveil this beauty,
the many years between us
disintegrate: sand passes
between fingertips.
Studying his age-old face,
perfection within my eyes.
I have uncovered a secret
beauty, belonging to a past
life.
Other people pass between
us, bare feet dipping into
the sand, praying hands
feeling him.
I marvel at his beauty,
staring, his captive,
falling for architecture
and history.
I peruse the hieroglyphs,
confusing signs for my eyes;
a splendour of his Egyptian
heritage.
In a heart beat, Abu Simbel
reveals history to me. Sunlight
teasing me, dizzy through joy.
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A lovely and descriptive
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