SALMACIS

I have great taste

And I like taste.

A lot. I love.

I love hard. When I

Was young I crept

into rich houses.

They weren’t mine.

But I knew the people

In them. I visited them.

Without them knowing.

A man, a woman and

Three children. Priests

Vestal Virgins and

A mistress – a hetaira.

The young boy wanted

To be a politician

The two girls were

Vestal virgins – vestal

Sisters. Vesta - A

Goddess they worship

Goddess of the hearth.

Of Fire.

The woman - a politican

In disguise

As a Mother. The man a

Hetaira in disguise

As a Father.

Persons incognito.

Staying low-key.

He would go out

After dark wearing his

Mistress’clothes –

Egyptian. Crimson

Lips and charcoal

Eyes. Clinking

Golden feet.

I like it here.

I came here to visit because

My father was his brother –

The Hetaira in disguise as

A Father. As a Father he

Taught – he was a teacher.

His mistress – the actual

Hetaira in disguise as a

Maid was an open book to all

And the truth is the politician

In disguise as a mother, the

Sisterly Vestal Virgins and the

Boy who wanted to be a politician

All knew and were in agreement

The heteira in disguise

As a Father who taught

Really did suit the clothes

Of his mistress – the actual

Hetaira in disguise as a maid.

He learnt a lot from her aswell.

The Father. Hetaira’s were well

Educated and sexually exploritative

Across the social strata

And she

Educated him in Egyptian

Hieroglyphs and historical

Literature surrounding the kingdoms

Of east asia.

He would then teach this

To his students.

At times she would give

Information about other Politicians

She knew.

I had seen the one i love before – once

I loved him so much in that

Moment. We locked eyes.

He smiled. I thought Id

Never see him again.