Is there a better sight in all the netherworlds
To have you, nubile, bathed in moonlight and fairy dust
You wanton charms laid deliciously bare to see
Skin like raspberries, murmurs of sin
On your lips but my name, in moan or prayer who is to say?
On you, with my fingers and my tongue I write hymns and prayers
A poetic edda to the new Gods
Gods of lights, and berries sweet, gods of color blue deep
Gods dead and gone, as the goddesses regin supreme
So the truth of it all is for all to see, as gospel, on your skin in marks of red and teal
For you are but a sweet fantasy come to life, the kind that saved Misar, and fell Troy
A DESI MUFFIN 