Two Eyes Cenote seventy-first

if the lotus remembers the sun, then Ra has made you His touch. 

if the desert remembers rain, then Tefnut has given you Her kiss.

i am a lotus! i am the desert!

and my memories have not dimmed, nor have i forgotten any part. i held you, beloved. i drank life from your lips. your voice is pomegranate wine and i am drunk.

senmut, erpa-ha, to the ear alone of the hemet @Nazli