Nefertiti rides me
Her cunt
slippery on
the hot skin
of my belly.
She’s sticky
with my glue –
that high stink
of seed!
My tongue
tastes her sap
a sweat-honey
shot with salt
still wild
in the corners of my
mouth.
I want to hold her
I want to lie still
but she’s not finished
her eyes are shut
her breath
a stammering breeze
now, now
oh, yes
she growls like the desert
melts like sleep
and anoints me
exquisitely.
I’m her war horse
she looks down
from hooded eyes
and laughs, laughs.
I love her more than Aten.
This poem comes from the verse novel 'Ahkenaten' by Melbourne poet Dorothy Porter. The Nerfertiti in this poem is indeed the famous Egyptian beauty, and Ahkenaten is the name of the pharoah she was married to. I enjioyed reading this verse novel and can heartily recommend it.