The Lost Tablet of Enkidu

softly running waters never 

question whose cold body 

is that, or why the tears

or reveal what game 

horror froze the deer

lake mirrors seldom 

reject reflection, untamed 

virgin eyes break 

surface tension

as washing 

not for slaughter, fleshlier

shredding pierced pelts to bend 

her hunting ear, she stands

dripped to the waist

nose to the sun

when the pouncing is done

the daily grind, reduced 

to old predation 

by spreadsheet

she blinks 

dry, holding an empty 

pink hand soaked 

in perfume to milk 

the mind, disrobed, then 

in quick epic feat 

we meet a god sweating 

over luxury brands

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This started as an attempt to sonnet (something I never do), but I hated it. 

So, I gave it the old line break treatment, and made peace with it. 

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The Lost Tablet of Enkidu

softly running waters never question
whose cold body is that, or why the tears
or reveal what game horror froze the deer
lake mirrors seldom reject reflection
untamed virgin eyes break surface tension
as washing not for slaughter, fleshlier
shredding pierced pelts to bend her hunting ear 
she stands, dripped to the waist, nose to the sun

when the pouncing is done, the daily grind
reduced to old predation by spreadsheet
she blinks dry, holding an empty pink hand
soaked in perfume to milk the mind
disrobed, then in quick epic feat we meet
a god sweating over luxury brands

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