Bathing in the sun
Your skin drinking in its heat,
Until it's scalding to the touch
Burning inhibitions,
Till you feel light-headed,
Almost with fever
The world cast in gold
Out of focus, dizzying in its brilliance
This exotic land, where you step out of yourself
In the first step on foreign soil
Everything is foreign here
The sky, the buildings
Even the very air
Bewitching with its heady perfumes
Where every stranger could be Gilgamesh himself
The symbol of perfection
Created by the Gods
Magnetic and compelling
He reels you in, his latest treasure
Caught so easily within his gaze
Overcome with new sensations
You remain happy to be imprisoned
At the smile which promises pleasure
You willingly leave behind,
The old life you no longer remember
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