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
i look for you in the stars every night,
i dance for Nwt and my heart splits in two—for her, for you!
the sea comes to me in my dreams;
i wake with salt upon my tongue,
the voice of the sea sings across muat-riya,
and when Ra graces me with his touch, it is you that i feel.
you are my heart, you are my home.
nazli, hemet, in reply.
my dearest sister in the gods,
from Ra's pinnacle atop akashingo, i will look for your dancing. i will look for the sound of your steps. the fragrance of salt chases my dreams.
my longing; hear it; the wind carries my love.
the spring is coming. there is a rite, to be done among first flowers and beside water. to be witnessed, high priest and high priestess, as one.
perhaps the gods call. write to me again, nazli, lotus of muat-riya.
i seek blessings for
the kingdom of Pharaoh Toula, every evening.
for Akashingo,
for Muat-Riya,
and all that will flourish through Her.
when i dance
i dance for the Great Goddess,
but i do not dance alone;
your prayers
are all that i hear
—singing between the starlight.
may the Upper and the Lower kingdoms be blessed!
if the Gods call, we shall answer together.
my Senmut.
i write with a heart of myrrh and starlight in my grasp.
pharaoh has need of me to come to muat-riya. there are things now to be handled in the red kingdom, but soon i shall come to you, nazli, my fair sister in the gods.
your dance is honey upon the halls of my soul;
surely even the gods see how you are molded from the moon's very silver.
our answer shall be as one.