From what we think we know

The god’s idol

The image on his alter
The sign of flames
The incense, smoke and fire burned heifers
The offering to a golden girl
Loved by the gods

She was made from a carved ivory
Unadorned by women
But was a Pygmalion finery.
He loved her than the rest creation.
His heart was struck with love so passionate
That his tongue kissed her lips
And his hands touched her soft breast

She was the prayer on his lips
The fire that burned his heart
She was his wife

Tochi