Saharan sand is weird, camels are very odd and the sun bakes like nothing you've even known before

Sahara



Sink across the liquid sand.
My footstep puddles suck gently and tease.
The odour of my companion
rises with every stride
with sweat diamonds which glint
sun bright from his hairy hide.
And I feel the power of nature
brand into my own skin.
The acid creases folded sharp against the walking
as we sink on towards the distant
promises of noisy friends and dangerous food.
We plod, although my partner saunters,
yet the stillness ignores the rowdy sound
of us feeling the facts of second place.