Reverent

How deep your hold exists in mine  
Hard on my muscles’ furtive grip
She, sweet as apple’s bitten flesh,
That spills its juice in tight confines.
 
A simple one we three divine,
As I take she takes you takes me
Isosceles perfection formed
In every aspect, god’s define.
 
Like seas of grace our spent recline,
Apollo’s sweat, Athena’s streams,
Its milk and honey washes clean:
The reverent of loves’ combine.