The muscles strain hard for their master
Hot blood shivering with frigid cause.
“Working together we could have grabbed her
And rolled down the mountain
Into eternity.”
As we choose to sin
So we choose our hellish torment.
Choosing the torment of passion––
Hardened nails devour rills of hungry flesh
Taunt muscles at worship in perfect symmetry––
If only the heart would not punctuate the meaning
Nor breath confuse the issue--
Most singular Goddess of Fertility
If I do not know
I shall not live.