As if she were a soaked cedar plank
Floating through a sodium smoky sea,
Her body overpowers mine;
Moth into flame protected.

My smokescreen, silver tongue
Marching down her stairway to substance,
White offerings are what she brings;
Slipping into delusion.

The pressure to not disappoint boils,
Like blue blood oxidized,
That taste of copper shuts my mouth
And I am stricken with fear and wonder.

Let temple burn
My defenses fail
Systematic shutdown
Rome has fallen.