(in the Peterskirche, Munich)
Your lurid leer, dear, caught me unprepared.
O how unsubtly your lusty grin
Conveys for me the rude results of sin!
I scarcely could have guessed how much you cared.
With gems for teeth and eyes, you simply glared
Till I was mesmerized, yes, quite done in
By your Blake’s-Tyger orbs and fleshless chin.
Sad centuries seemed to drift past as I stared
At you, supine there like a concubine,
A lover lounging on her lush divan
As I stood cowed and under her control.
Will we meet Death by such unsought design,
Unmanned, with hardly time to think or plan,
Consumed, whole, by her far greater soul?