Blessed Lady...

shine on me, your tantric slave.

Give me your agony

that I may strengthen

my soul to match yours.

Take my body

strew it to the wind

if that should appease

some cruel God

that sneers from afar.

Sear my heart in ointment

if that balm would soothe

your heavy breast.

Would that I

the lowest of worms

could crawl beneath your feet

and know the strength

of an Amazon Princess.