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
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