Temple of Doom

 The body of a woman
Both temple and wasteland

Home
To the succulent,
satisfying,
delicious,
living altar
Upon which men pray while paying homage to the magnificence of woman

Yet also
The arid,
life-draining,
and brutal
unforgiving desert where love's sweet oasis goes dry
and Hell's own fire
leaves a heart's bones to wither
and bleach white in the furious sun.

I had been told
To treat the woman I love as I would my mother or grandmother
Never got the memo on how to treat a woman who was not remotely in their league

When it's right
Oh it's so right
When love dies
There is no darker night