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Blue Lotus

Coming up from Aswan �
with his catch of fish � �
in his woven baskets, �
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he tacks the course of his � �
sleek felucca along the Nile: �
of her kohl-black eyes, � �
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her long, plaited hair, �
the narcotic of blue water lilies, �
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her blue lotus pose facing both � �
the rising, and the setting sun. �
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The young fisherman �
( with visions of supple petals ) � �
begs to know �
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as he sings upward, �
with his lungs filled with love � �
and his strong body of desire, � �
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into the lateen sail that reflects � �
her soft linen folds that curve � �
and catch the crosswind: �
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�What is your name, scented one �
in the smoke that rises from the � �
shores of the cataracts, �
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�where I bring to you my bounty, �
and will appease your appetite!� �
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He gazes the alluring azure above, �
offering his outstretched, � �
sun-drenched, rippling arms, �
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offering himself as a lover, � �
as one would to this goddess. �
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The youth of his desire � �
waiting for her answer to � �
fill the triangle of his sail. �
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Calling out once more � �
as he confidently displays � �
his gleaming white teeth: �
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�Ma huwa 'ismuki?� �

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( Sensen, Egyptian Goddess of the Sacred Blue Lotus )