Professing Hearts of Water (Mythology Workshop)

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Professing Hearts of Water

Tell me what grows my field when crescents are adrift,
like lips of the Nile, in his shadows evergreen,
and tell me eat you offerings as gifts
or like modern day gluttons, your hand is your cuisine?

Take care professing ache in languages of rivers,
and if you depart like Osiris, to the downtown of a love,
remember not all mercy slumbers in the givers,
like slivers torn apart to build the buildings of a town.

Like twin flames are naught, as tho are apples without seeds,
so inundated man word their lives in water’s art,
the Pharaoh on his throne of rain, rinses through your deeds
and each man you ever dined with is a Judgment of the Heart.

For travelers that wander streets don’t ask if fruits are just
and leave the one who is not Isis to linger in the rust;
and our loves can fit in handbags and hide within our deaths,
but glow with powers of a flood in the corner of a hat.

*My entry for the Mythology Workshop. My prompt was Osiris, apple, handbag and throne, given to me by howanxious.