To the one who gave the woman the seed
Answer me! For my mind evokes my spirit
Let me understand the paths of life I plead
For I was told that my works were lucid

A stroke on the waters needed be done
Should there be a marlinspike of a mediator
For indeed two paths lie ahead, to do or to shun
To the other a plain field
To the other a narrow passage

The sweetness of her tongue oozes me
My stomach groans as this substance arrives
Great is the dread when you see
The consequences of each stroke
Pile and pile and a half