i .
Comely Merít sits
upon the first question
The great mystery
lies between her legs
hidden so unknown
The purr of moon
The bells of the pylon
of the temple of Merít
intone unheard
But may be felt
lifting fronds faintly
not to disturb the air
Ask the friends
of Merít
to describe wonder
Luxury unto
noon fragrances
at the temenos
Scent of electrum
Of coral dust
Of swallowed wind
Skin perfected red
of the fine granites
at Elephantine
Merít glows
like ivory
singed orange
Her shadow
casts upon
the sun
ii .
Walking
in palms on
the soft riverbank
Merít in sheer linen
like moons
rolling side by side
Fuller than
sails of the
feluccas
The musk
of Merít a
temple resin
Parfum sigh
Whispered air
Black sieving blue
The evening
has gone
to sleep
The Nile mulls
homage to Merít
and darkens
Amused
a pact of gods
offers Merít the night
She stretches
on the sky’s
billowy shoulder
considering
Tallying darkness
Weighing stars
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