Poem To Nefertari
Behold Queen of Priestesses !
I bow my head in your sanctuary
Of cool stone, circling your obelisk
Receiving roses and papyrus
to cover my breasts’
aching love and thorns
Glyphs pierce my skin
......
I lived a quiet but active life, packed with brilliant sparkle and warm shine,
Like devoted lovers strolling under the captive moon, sometime after nine.
I was the manager of a jewelry store, with a number of interesting duties,
Like the duty of the fashionable redbirds, to linger in lush, ripe fruit trees.
I dwelt on a peaceful street with my family, and we hadn't lived there long,
In a house facing the mellowed sun, and a wild variegated butterfly throng.
It was a gracious older home, and we'd been given a housewarming party,
......
Poem To Nefertari
Behold Queen of Priestesses !
I bow my head in your sanctuary
Of cool stone, circling your obelisk
Receiving roses and papyrus
to cover my breasts’
aching love and thorns
Glyphs pierce my skin
......
I lived a quiet but active life, packed with brilliant sparkle and warm shine,
Like devoted lovers strolling under the captive moon, sometime after nine.
I was the manager of a jewelry store, with a number of interesting duties,
Like the duty of the fashionable redbirds, to linger in lush, ripe fruit trees.
I dwelt on a peaceful street with my family, and we hadn't lived there long,
In a house facing the mellowed sun, and a wild variegated butterfly throng.
It was a gracious older home, and we'd been given a housewarming party,
......