Sauna in Oman
‘but bring truckloads of
ice,’ he tells me. and i
am thinking that we are
so hot already that once
we meet the sultan we
might just explode.
he has other things
in mind. like drinking
muscat in muscat whilst
steaming from midnight
sauna to,,,where would
we go after that? ‘just
make sure you
sneak in the
wine,’ he
whispers
into my
neck with
such a hot
sound the
word ‘wine’
wriggles into
my inner ear
and then my
brain’s on
fire, ready
to be yanked
into whatever
tempest his
blistering palms
slap and tug
me into next.
