N I L E   L O V E S O N G S        1998
  Text - Polly Hope
       Music - Claire van Kampen
 




S O B E K


O Sobek,
enchantress   bathing at dusk
in the mud-still  sacred  lake;
you fill my heated  evening heart with lust.

Around you small  ripples make
brilliant eau-de-nil delight.
Grey dust
sluiced  from your gorgeous  skin
reveals  iridescent hide
glistening  blue as midday sky.

All hush
as the flaming crazed sun  rakes
in  day's end in purple rush,
leaving  you glowing
and  naked


B A S T E T


She sits high & dark before the entrance;
the entrance  to  my heart.
My love, so proud upon her pedestal,
purring  a  soothing charm,
trying  to disarm
my unknowing  fears,
which  year by year,
in these temples of hush,
are  thrust  between her unmoving  paws.

My love, my dearest   Bastet,
could  you wrap me in feline embrace,
your  black  titties shrouding my face
while your gold collar gleams
your endless wealth?

I kneel close to your untwitching  tail,
beneath your wide-eyed silken veil.
Oh, I am ecstatic   to be male!

Dear love, the dark of these millennia
holds our passion  still  and sacred
in the jasmine scented  air.
Kiss me my beauty.

 

T A W E R E T


Dawn, & pink water sparkles
as  there  she rises with the dew.
Taweret, your  rump is
two huge blue moons
quivering  like  turquoise  jellies
in the shallows.

Oh that  my hands  could  scatter  water  from
your  shimmering  flanks.
Oh that your swollen  belly
pulsated  beneath me again.
Such  fecundity, product of
our languorous   nights,
makes  me pine for our pinnacles
of realized  love.
                       
Nut, as she digests the sun
in twelve red bites,
shrouds  our passion.
Your lips envelop me.
Your coquettish water games
arouse  me even more,
while  the bird upon your back
notes  our entwining.

Blissful Taweret, you  are  divine,
and  in  this  misty dawn
I  know you're  mine.


H O R U S


Horus, king of the sky,
your  laser  eyes
unblinking  see into my heart.
Stare down now
for I palpitate with love.

I  know you are  the mightiest
& from  top of rock, pillar
or pyramid you rule,
absolutely.

Even at searing midday
when a shadowless
sun  pounds the desert
I long for you.

Yes, rear  before me
with outflung  wings
while I, awed, melt beneath  your claws
& become  a  trickle  of  moisture,
gift to the flowing Nile.


N E I T H


Aye my little Neith,
small  round  Neith,
I do adore your  plumpness
& determination  to  bring  home the goods.

Remember how
I helped you
arry  a  wheat  ear
& a blade of grass?
How we dawdled in the dust
slaking  our lust...

Now I wear you
on my finger.
Not as much  fun
rubbing you to bring me luck
as  our youthful  fucks!


T H O T H


My love, my Thoth,
never  can  I  have  enough
hugging  against  your  rough
warm  frame.

Your  arms, when  not about me.
pass the moon
over our heads
through  lapis skies
a-twinkle with stars.

Softly the night encases
our breath. Sweet bliss
with scented  kiss.

Here I am safe until  morning
when once again you'll  shriek & howl.
stamping your  tree swinging feet
to raise the sun.

You call  it singing  and dancing.
I say yabber & scarper.
I would remain  for ever
cradled  in hairy embrace
without such  rude awakening.



H A T H O R


See, now the red sun rests  between her horns.
Oh wide-eyed  Hathor, how enticing are
your  soft  ears  twitching  in the noontime  haze.
Happy me as I gaze into soft eyes!
To love such a beauty is a delight.
Your  sweet scent  nurtures  my desire.
Fragrant  love, nuzzling  in my embrace,
tasting  your  flowery  breath  has me undone.
Hathor, let us lie here beside the Nile
dallying  the  hours  among  lotus  fronds.
Then we'll beget the night between our thighs
while I stroke your hide with a lover's sigh.


A N U B I S


Carry  my soul oh gracious God.
Carry  my soul beloved Dog.
Carry  with care  in gentle  paws.
Carry my heart  through  closed  doors.
Carry the kernel of my being.
Carry these  precious  things  unseeing.
Carry me westwards  to my love.
Make him wait for me at the gate.
At the Pylon to forever
make  my love turn  and  touch  me now.
Dear Anubis, carter  of  life,
lead  me on, silken  Nubian,
with your hounds ears  always listening.
I love you for you carry me
on your quiet  boat to my darling's  star.


© Polly Hope 1998

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