I love thee not, Sweet Seraphim—
Thou, aloof, aloft— apart from sin.
Nor love thee, Sweet, as does Our Shepherd
Love His flock— His love unfettered.
Nay, truth, My Love— I, as a Beast,
Upon thy lips and thighs, would feast—
Thy musk! O musth! This night! Thy beauty!
Forsaken Heaven— Carnal duty!
I will not leave thee, Seraphim, uncertain
Thou hadst abandoned Him.
Musth: pronounced “must”— the frenzied sexual state of certain male animals.
Published in: “souls arriving” 2006