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Description
Your body is a goblet
Of halfway-precious stones,
Fit to bear only
The second-best Nazarene wines,
That, for all their exquisite texture,
Are best savoured alone
In the privacy of one's cellar,
Not to be coveted

Your body is a block of wood
Floating in the ocean,
That once belonged in the hull of a ship
Sailing towards Babylon,
Propelled onwards by friendly weather,
Not the most reliable of aids,
Perhaps hewn from the ribs of a tree
In some garden far from Mesopotamia

Your body is a temple
That I visit on occasional Sundays,
Kneel upon smooth alabaster floors
And pray for something like salvation.

Description
Your body is a goblet
Of halfway-precious stones,
Fit to bear only
The second-best Nazarene wines,
That, for all their exquisite texture,
Are best savoured alone
In the privacy of one's cellar,
Not to be coveted

Your body is a block of wood
Floating in the ocean,
That once belonged in the hull of a ship
Sailing towards Babylon,
Propelled onwards by friendly weather,
Not the most reliable of aids,
Perhaps hewn from the ribs of a tree
In some garden far from Mesopotamia

Your body is a temple
That I visit on occasional Sundays,
Kneel upon smooth alabaster floors
And pray for something like salvation.