the love of the soul

   i am short.
   i am intense.
   i am terribly myopic.

his phallus guards the sacred
   garden. men scurry in the
      thrall of the shadow of his
   will.

there is nothing beyond the
   reach of his desire or
   command.

his kingdom reaches to the
   sun and holds the mountains
      in their place.

your wish is within his grasp & the
   beauty of his body will
      fill your eyes with
   wonder.

he is all a woman could want in a
   living man & to see him is to
      realize endless dreams of
   pleasure.

but tell me, what there is for the
   soul to love?

   he is short.
   he is intense.
   he is terribly myopic.