I had never seen him before the night,
wine dark and brooding,
his sea foam
eyes spread over me.
I had meant to pray in the temple;
my knees instead were bent to him.
His brutal gaze quick to open me,
a snow white calf,
my streaming blood,
my hair, strewn upon the altar.
My screams were pounded under his waves.
Now I am alone.
My sisters are out hunting,
and I sit with statues of lovers everyplace.
My hatred has grown weak.
I cannot see him now,
and others I can only face with my stare.