In The Beginning Was The(spoken) Word and it became flesh #4

Come, my Soul, swim to me! The water is deep in my love Which carries me to you.   We are in the midst of the stream, I clasp the flowers to my breast Which is naked and drips with water. But the moon makes them bloom like the lotus.   I give you my flowers because they are beautiful, And you are holding my hand In the middle of the water.  Under the protection of Hathor O, my god, my lotus ... The north wind is blowing ... It is pleasant to go down to the river My heart longs to enter it To bathe with you. I let you see my beauty in a shirt of finest royal linen, moist with balsam. My hair is plaited with reeds I enter the water to be with you And leave it to join you With a red fish. It is beautiful on my fingers I lay it down before you Contemplating your beauty. O my hero, my lover! Come and look at me! Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/o-ye-drybones-archive--6500709/support.