She came to you in search of why
Little God, do you laugh at her
Unclothed desire, wasted spur?
Seek her hand for thereins lie
Seasons, winds and kites to fly
Stark naked she walks around
Clothes, ornaments, words just surround
And warp sacred spaces in between
Across the temple pond in a silent ravine
She sang hoary arcane hymns to invoke
Your lost pain, lost pleasure, heart broke
But you little God, you stole her clothes again
Sent wild forest flowers of surruptious gain
But she remains naked, stripped of pain.
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