This poem is unpublished.
A Royal Flush
Door slams on your side of the fault line.
All self-control has abdicated.
Having visited perfumed gardens
delta vintage lingers on your lips.
An emotional quake delivers
seismic waves of jealousy.
My mind slips through tectonic plates
and escapes into the belly of the Nile,
Serenely drifting and remembering,
opulence and decadence.
Inside an Amarna vortex,
walls of gold and tiles of silver,
I am Queen of two lands,
a bridge between Aten and citizens.
Privileged and overindulged, upper and lower,
my ego is massaged with warm metopion oil.
Rebirthed and resurrected; naked and art worthy
I am reflected in your almond eyes
Beauty in sheer linen adorned with gold
Crowned blue between pillars beneath stars
Powerful beyond measure
Sun guru, my chariot and horses at rest.
Enemies decorate my throne.
My flutes and felucca float off down the Nile.
The sun disc has dimmed
and a cobra rears over my brow
A cell notification recalls me through time
Begone, honey roasted gazelle,
exotic dancers, and platters of grapes
You have returned to fulfil karmic connections,
with gifts, reassurances and obeisances,
and I shall receive you intoxicated and gracious in my Nubian wig
Simone Inez Harriman