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The mirror between her thighs
Reflected the penitent man.
He turned away.
‘This is where all men come
From,’ she said. ‘Where they
Go, before death claims them.’
He said nothing, dared not
Face her nakedness again.
‘Why do you abhor it so?’
Her voice raw.
‘It is your origin & your destiny,
Yet the names it bears
You use as insults. It
Is an error to thus abuse beauty.’
Now he did turn, & the vision
Took his breath & sight, &
He prayed to Mother Earth.

R 24/02/2023 19:55

The above is the shortened version to it into the Mastodon character limitation. The original:

The mirror between her thighs
Reflected the penitent man.
He turned away.

‘This is where all men come
From,’ she said. ‘And where they
Go, before death claims them.’

He said nothing, dared not turn
To face her nakedness again.

‘Why do you abhor it so?’ she asked,
Her voice sharp and raw. ‘It is your
Origin and your destiny, yet the
Names it bears you use to insult
Those you deem lesser than you. It
Is an error to thus abuse beauty.’

Now he did turn, and the vision
Took his breath and sight, and
He prayed at the altar of Mother Earth.

R 24/02/2023 17:52