For fear of sin ,the virgin would not yield
And so her fruits were never let to grow.
And poisoned were her green unsullied fields.
Where never man was ever let to sow.

Her paralysed and stony, saddened heart
Was never melted by a loving kiss.
More goodness in the gold of whore and tart,
Than in such virtue frozen ‘gainst all wish.

Like a dead tree inside a plenteous wood
She dwelled without the presence of sweet birds
Can this be what is meant by  living god?
Is it God or Satan she has heard?

Let sexual pleasure take her,even kill.
For virtue has destroyed her love and will

Feeling the sadness in my heart
and in my arms a tender feeling
as if the flesh is calling out;
My breath’s coming in gasps and
my throat makes a murmur
as if trying to speak.

Sensitive skin on my inner arms yelps
and my heart aches like
I’ve run too many miles .
My legs feel strong
My mouth is dry and my back
needs an arm around it
for protection.
My eyes are wet with the moisture
that might have made saliva.

My cat died
And then my other cat died.
Whatever.