and naked breasts
veiled Artemis;
She handed me the word
Sealed in cotton wool.
Tied in an endless riddle
of love and loveless hate.
Gentle winged butterfly
huntress of manhood
love, lustress word
a thousand times abused
as often bathed in blood
Let me wash you
like the frenzied gold smith
let me lead you
to the crystal spring
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