First fruits are for Ishtar.
Bring your early onions,
Slenderly bulbous and
Lay them there.
Entwine them amongst my
Sweet peas vining,
The dainty white blooms
Wreathing my crown.
Offer your first thoughts
This chatterly morning.
Adorn my altar
With the blossoms of gourds.
Cover the tel
Of my swollen belly,
And pray to my sacred mounds.
First kiss is for Ishtar.
Undefiled lips,
Waking distilled anew
By the dew of the dawn.
Sweet, as the rivulets
Flow from Mount Hermon ,
Refresh me with worship?
Your glisten, my gown?
-jenn long
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