I find my love fishing
his feet in the shallows
We have breakfast together
And drink beer
I offer the magic of my thighs
He is caught in the spell
- 15th century BCE Egypt
Apr 042010
The mansion of my sister,
With door in the center of her house,
Its door-leaves are open,
The bolt is sprung,
My sister is angry!
How well she knows to cast the noose,
And yet not pay the cattle tax!
She casts the noose on me with her hair,
She captures me with her eye;
She curbs me with her necklace,
She brands me with her seal ring.
Feb 022010
Sickness Invaded Me Seven days since I saw my sister, And sickness invaded me; I am heavy in all my limbs, My body has forsaken me. When the physicians come to me, My heart rejects their remedies; The magicians are quite helpless, My sickness is not discerned. To tell me “She is here” would revive [...]