PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Only two cubits in height, fully intact, the

artifact is certainly a collectible---and might

have been prized, even stealthily sought, by

one of the innumerable Roman tourists who

visit, and sometimes linger (sometimes too

long, with too many ulterior motivations),

under Mark Antony's indulgent encouragement.

But the statue has come, instead, into the

possession of his stepson, Kaisarion (Pharaoh

Ptolemy XV, Philopator, Philometor, King

above other Kings, Lord of the Two Lands),

who---at this moment, in his private chamber

(sumptuously appointed and furnishings;

marbled, in-floor bathing pool)---is a long-haired,

slender, fantastically beautiful adolescent; naked as

he carefully places the statue, still properly

affixed to its small base, at the head of his bed

(secrets of which would offend prejudiced haters and

old prudes).  A figure of another, adolescent

young man, entirely naked and slender also---and,

explicitly and invitingly, tumescent:  obviously, the

artist was highly skilled at his craft, and lovingly

concentrated all of his considerable ability on details,

even the most subtle; especially that tumescence.

Even the figure's fingernails and toenails have been

enameled---as Kaisarion's are now; and this

circumstantial coincidence pleases him very much.

Attractive, too, is the figure's facial expression, and

Kaisarion does not remove his eyes from it as he,

aroused by his own exquisite desires, draws on to

his cleanshaven legs a delicate pair of stockings
(Koan silk, perfectly translucent, except for the

soft opacity of the doubled weave that now

ensheathes his toes).  He positions his lovely

body prone, on the bed, and begins to kiss the

statue with moistened lips and eager tongue,

especially there; and then, unable to refrain

further, he attends to the surging demands of

his flesh.  The sweetness released from his

core, as he quietly moans in pleasure, is a

sort of offering, a gift of himself, that he has

displayed in before the statute.  He has been

able to read the hieroglyphic name on the

front of its base---Smenkhkare---but does not

know that he, Smenkhkare, was the friend and

lover of Pharaoh Akhenaten (the believer in a

sole, almighty God); Smenkhkare, who himself

ascended the throne; and was, like his friend and

lover, brutally murdered by the haters of that time.

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