Papillon

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The Collection

Tracey Dovey

Wiltshire

I am barefoot in hot sand. The sun is setting and it’s last rays catch a fire in the beaded silver strands around my ankles and my wrists. The air is burdened with the days heat…it bears down on my brown skin…my limbs are heavily charged…I lean forward into the kilim laden den of my lover…he waits for me…he lays me down…he breathes me in…and he sings to me the Song of Solomon…

This is Anubis.