Door slams on your side of the fault line
All self-control has abdicated
Having visited perfumed gardens
Delta vintage lingers on your lips
An emotional quake delivers
Seismic waves of jealousy
My mind slips through tectonic plates
Escaping into the belly of the Nile
Serenely drifting and remembering
Opulence and decadence
Inside an Amarna vortex
Walls of gold and tiles of silver
I am Queen of two lands
The bridge between Aten and citizens
Privileged and pampered, upper and lower
My ego is massaged with warm metopion oil
Rebirthed and resurrected
Naked and art worthy
I am reflected in your almond eyes
Beauty in sheer linen adorned with gold
Crowned blue between pillars beneath stars
Powerful beyond measure
Sun guru, my chariot and horses at rest
Enemies decorate my throne
My flutes and felucca float off down the Nile
The sun disc has dimmed
And a cobra rears over my brow
A cell notification recalls me through time
Begone, honey roasted gazelle
Exotic dancers, and platters of grapes
You have returned to fulfil karmic connections
With gifts, reassurances and obeisances
And I shall receive you intoxicated and gracious
In my Nubian wig
Woooh what a ride, with your extraordinary brilliant muse around stellar diction and terms and the mention of the Nile all woven in in a splendid way woww. Kudos for this brill poem! ! I vote it highly. Pls pleez do comment/ review my newest poem too titled, " The Hajj pilgrimage "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What were YOU smokin' while writing this. it wasn't difficult to read. thanks. but i thought it'd be abour Elizabeth finishing up in the loo. i suppose someone does that FOR HER! ! ! ? bri :)