Oh, I could have taken her innocence
To ruin in the refiner’s fire of my own lust
With nothing left to consecrate, I would sprinkle her cremated ashes on my bed
And wallow in them until I was white and muddy with wasted innocence.
My heart cried out, screaming through the heat
Refusing the message from Athena
Until finally, exhausted, I bade her will with mine
Please to leave
So I could go on receiving thieves with an honor that refused angels.