[to the memory of Tutankhamun and Ankhesenamun]
Nothing on earth can be as beautiful
as two teenagers utterly in love:
almost like Aton in the glory of
his brilliance, or the stars that turn above
our city on these sulty summer nights.
Both Aye ad Horemheb practice their sleights
of hand and word to undermine the reign
of my beloived, who looks very good
when crowned and clad, as any Pharaoh should
be. He looks even better wholly nude
(no leopard's pelt, or linen, to intrude
upon his perfect beauty): boyish, slim
and without blemish. Then he comes to me
without the cares of state, and men's deceit;
and that excites my own, enamored mood.
Behind our triply bolted chamber door
we revel in our licit privacy,
beyond the reach of courtier's treachery
and all the false respect they try to feign.
Embraces of all sorts, and by the score,
enable each to touch the other's soul.
Starward
[klc]