Ashirah

  Memory  a vitrified  stone .

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I loved  a Phoenician   slave called  Ashirah .

Her perfumed body had the unsettling scent of poppy,

hardness  of olive wood  and serpentine suppleness ...

Her silent passion was a lunar  offering sacrified to Baal .

Ashirah,the black sun of your eyes,gaze cast fire  into our embraces,

To better chain you ,I didn't  set you free ,but  within my walls ,

you had all the power ...

Until the day ,destiny  married us in  eternity .

The capricious gods decide the games of love ,

that they freeze in the ashes of  desire ...

One last time we loved each other ,

my arms,Ashirah ,closed around  you ,

entwined together,the fiery cloud 

plunged us into the sleep of lovers ...

  You were now free in your petrified beauty...