From: Jlor@aol.com

			Sensations 

Cordoba slept, her sensuality welling up inside her as she lay dormant, a
dream-maiden, still and peaceful; breathing rhythmically, reliving her
dreams as she looked into a quiesescent pool of crystalline love which
filled her cistern hollowed out of heavenly passion. She sought to have
him again, her palms cupped in futile supplication to the unfaithful
lover, long ago fled away. Cordoba lay in beautiful repose, like a bride
dreaming within courtyards of aromatic lemon and jazmine, again embracing
him beneath moonlit marble columns and keyshaped arches inscribed with
love poems in arabesque swirls overlaid upon etherial geometric patterns:
delicate as filligree, but forever set in stone.  Cordoba breathed out a
soft Arabian love song, as exotically as she had sung it on her wedding
night. 
				by John Lorenz