Nectar and Ambrosia

Nectar and Ambrosia we fair devils Clean skin delicacies sweetly disguise a madly frustrated and tortured soul No satin, nor smooth silk, nor equal flesh can divine from my mouth the holy light when the line of my soul is so oblique. Yet I hesitate now to set it straight for I, once inverted, have been prescribed-- to stand upright--to play a woman's part. In that vision eyed: beauty on beauty, morning's dew on the new rose of my heart, the food of the gods seeping from our pores. So, therefore, my form I deliberate that might, through my body, my soul escape