The Dead Sea Hotel / by: Omer Toledano

Friday, June 24, 2016 , 0 Comments

One morning she asked
If I want to come with her
Just her and myself
And her son and her sister

Happily I inclined
And accepted the charge
Didn't flinch didn't waver
Was as they say, large

I booked me a room
At the Dead Sea Hotel
What transpired thereafter
Nobody could tell

I bathed and I soaked
Down in the spa
Got a healthy massage
From an elderly ma

We had dinner and fun
In the Bedouin tent
I had chicken skewers
And I was content
After filling our bellies
We went and retired
Night was falling
And we were all tired

And as we were sitting
Alone in the room
Her face suddenly dropped
And I sensed the gloom
She told me that she
No longer felt well
With us
Here
At the Dead Sea Hotel
And more things were said
And as I lay there in bed
I thought and I wondered
What went on in that head

The sun rose next morning
And the place was so calm
The mountains, the air
And the sand on my palm
If only I thought
She could be here
Right now
Instead of thinking the what
The when and the how

And again on the terrace
Looking out from above
She was absent from this
And from that and from love
It was there that I kissed her
Just our lips were aligned
Only looking at her
She was not of sound mind

On the drive back to home
Nothing could be done
The verdict already passed
And in there it was gone
With her beautiful eyes
I could already tell
She left me once more
At the Dead Sea Hotel

Omer

ॐ Om Omm Ommm Omer Omer Toledano, Web Developer, Artist, Writer, Poet, Gourmand, Front-line worker, Yogi, Lover, The Universe manifesting through a human nervous system.

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