On the roof of God's temple laid a woman
**** in mind but clothed in linen
Her comfort found eyes hidden
How was he, a man, to ignore her glisten

Her pale face exaggerated her rosy feature
And her green eyes glowed to the seeker
The river of silk black hair could flow in nature
And even her lying brows could caress a believer

She rose from her slumber in choreography
Facing her follower and fulfilling the prophecy
Then turned and rose her arms as if God's own prodigy
And exposed her bare back in homily

God's hands bleed after the creation of this deity
His chisel had left her beauty drowned in divinity
The poet's own mind starved of gaiety
When he saw her bear skin glistened of loyalty