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Silent Plea

Honey are these words
They drip and slid slowly
At the corners of her mouth.

Sometimes
It Seems

Powder sugar sprinkles
Light snow in a flurry
Blown by Amaunet's fluttering
Eyelashes

Sometimes
It Seems

I lick my hands, trying
To Remember sweetness,
Osiris and Re smile under
Willow trees

Sometimes
It Seems

Pansy petals dizzy themselves, 
whirling in cold clear streams
Sekhmet sweats, fury and guilt
Deflowering dreams

Sometimes
It Seems

Rye stalks bow before harvest
Purified into drinks of diamonds
Bastet prances and whispers, moans
Kissing me

Sometimes
It Seems

Allusions are all
I have.

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