Warm poem

To make heiroglyphs of your homeland.
Passages of pebble and hedge
Intricate patterns a multifying
multitude of colour and shape.
In your eyes the glittering sensation
of audacity -
A lion sleeps in my bed
while the fire breathes
Blue gas flames of incense
Orange and yellow warming heat.
I feel my lover in my arms
and I know I am truly alive!