I.
Did we frighten your effete God
with that first fevered embrace
that so fed my need that I left you mortal?
You cried for me with pleading hands,
you sought my sudden entrance---
no coy flirtation, no shuttered portal,
there was only a hunger and your firm commands
until I filled your cup, accepted your innocence,
and repaid you with your life.
II.
But now, but now---
the sun dies into a cobalt sea,
a reflected spear of its demise
aimed across horizon miles
to beach-edging pines where we stand
as small waves lap a tired shore.
An owl flies overhead on silent, death-hunt wings
to arrow across the narrow beach and bring
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