Nanaya
An Ekphrastic Sonnet
I enter your temple with trembling dread
Your priests and priestesses glower at me;
Their language does strange things to my poor head
The sound, not the sense, solves a mystery
Your strange eyes penetrate my flimsy mask
Discerning the filthy secret I keep
Hiding my desires is quite a task
The truth is that I’m an exotic creep
Before your altar I feel naked, free
You judge and condemn the pretense, I know
Concealing my pungent perversity
Deserves your disdain; I am abject, low
In your name, my secret will be revealed:
By lust for you, goddess, my fate is sealed
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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