While I was sitting in my tent, <br />Reflecting on my arid soul, <br />A houri clad in luscious silk <br />Before my very eyes appeared. <br /> <br />But as I rose to touch and feel, <br />She turned around <br />And like a phantom disappeared.<br /><br />Saleh Badrah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/houri/
