It is a work of art
A temple of the goddess
A mystery of parts
A canvas for the pen of pleasure
The forbidden gate
The gate to the universe.
I found refuge in the most glorious sanctuary
Its warmth and juice give me sanctum
In it, we defy the laws of mathematics
1+1=1
I plus you equals one
That is the power of the sanctuary.
Kings bow to them
The most dressed unrobe in its presence
The bowed for kneel in its presence
It is what sees kings crownless and robeless,
kneeling before them, powerless to be freed from their shackles,
To be free one more time, each time
