I worshipped you before,

lain unadulterated and naïve at your alter

bare, naked, wide blue eyes awed in fascinated reverie

When I came a second time 

before your goldengreened hues

with a hiraeth to return to parabled words
I knew as I opened to your summered musk

present in the music of your offerings
I am woman

Put me out of my misery people!

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