The flowerlike <br />animal perfume <br />in the god’s curly <br />hair — <br /> <br />don’t assume <br />that like a flower <br />his attributes <br />are there to tempt <br /> <br />you or <br />direct the moth’s <br />hunger — <br />simply he is <br />the temple of himself, <br /> <br />hair and hide <br />a sacrifice of blood and flowers <br />on his altar <br /> <br />if any worshipper <br />kneel or not.<br /><br />Denise Levertov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eros-12/
