Nile Feather Death Trip
Her upper arms; mine eyes alighting
Limned their shape from stem to stern
blessed curves, lush, inviting
members: "Well, shall we adjourn?"
"To my stateroom or to yours?" I smile
She pauses, as if to demur
her back to the railing. Behind her, the Nile
winks and churns like a sly raconteur.
The ink of the river flowed over the page
Its papyrus margins in flood,
And soon, we were in such a rage
that we floundered off into the mud.
"Your heart and this feather," said Thoth with his scales
As my brain through my nostrils was tugged,
And Cleopatra trimmed the silver sails
The embalmer's wire unplugged.
Her upper arms; mine ostrils dripping
hymnal japes from his'n to her'n,
Resulting in her meter tripping
"Ossifer, don't test my yearn!"
Then Cleopatra's mummy rose
All burnished and buffed on the barge
And mustered an erotic pose
More attractive than Madame La Farge
Contributors: | Roland, Elusis, a Nonnie Mouse, hagglebait, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Anon., Whit, Paddy Raghunathan, hagfish, loaf. |
Poem finished: | 22nd June 2003. |