Wednesday, 9 July 2008

For His Goddess

O, You will know he’s contrite
Be it that he might
Kneel before the grace of You, basking in
Aphrodite’s Divine Light.
O, that he should walk the desert
Under the watchful gaze of Amon-Ra and
Through the myopia that is the night.
O, that he should think nothing of deprivation
From Pan’s gastronomic delights
And delight himself in the sparcity of
A grain of rice.
O, that he should self-flagellate
With a feline beast so marvellously ornate
Is to simply be polite, and show true love
For his Goddess.

(Written aged 19 for my pissed off girlfriend)