King of Gerar
1 min readMar 26, 2019
The sun wakes
With a radiant nimbus.
The sun watches
Over Levantine coasts.
The sands dream
Of iridescent bezants.
In balmy shores
Crystals feed on beams.
On graveled deserts
The panther strides.
Eyes splinter green,
And a gleam replies.
The sands temper,
And flying flies
The azure they flee.
Lips pull tides.
Nictate.
Abimelech sleeps
and returns, of azaleas, a taste.