The Almond Scarab

A place where the Seahorse still lives.

Did his mother Nut smell like an almond? 

Does her son Khafre smell like half an almond? 

Or like half an almond and half a scarab? 

Like Spritz cookies with almond extract? 

In shapes of decorated green wreaths and trees?

Would he have grown into a merman?

To swim in the Mediterranean with Triton.

Or left as an Avatar like the Na’vi,

An unmistakably orange color 

with a fresh bittersweet taste?

With long hair and a long tail,

One red eye no longer there,

Now both are honey-almond colored,

For whoever is there.