You knew she was
a dream that would consume you,
a vision so erotic, so pristine, so perfect
that it would grip your heart & transform you,
you knew she could make you a hero, a hunter,
a hunger that nothing but the taste of her
could ever satiate, but even as you rose you knew
you were a fool & would only ever be a poet,
a lost knight upon a perfumed & lonely path,
you knew she wanted you but only because
she needed you, only because the constellations
glittered like wild crystal eyes & this was the night
& the mystery of her Magic, the way would be long,
Pilgrim, & the oceans wide & the deserts would bleed
the salt of a ravaged Earth, but all this would scarcely
be noticed, your eyes were wild with glory,
for you knew a Goddess called you,
& shyly shook her hips...
--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...