My Leviathan, my love
Who remains an elusive myth to me,
Why do you consistently vanish into the obscure haze?
For time has been infinitely long
When I last gazed upon your flowery face,
When I last calmed to the sound of your soothing song,
And when I last cuddled into your pure grace.
You, the archangel above all demons within the human race,
Need not fear the harpoon I raise.
The tamed harpooner,
Come not to pierce my lascivious harpoon into you.
(No, never to humiliate you sexually!)
But to come to court you
And drive Cupid’s blessed harpoon into you for you
To be enlightened by my adoring soul that has already been
Loved by you.
So elude me no more.
Accept my invitation to the exhilarating tour
Of my sparkling inner core.