He comes as a supplicant to her, seeking something he cannot name.
She is all--goddess, mother, lover, and her terrifying power calls to him.
She is blessed relief and torment, together embodied in one vessel,
The sum of all he has ever hoped for or dared dream.
Taking a trembling breath, he approaches.
He has failed in the past, but perhaps, this time, he will succeed.
Perhaps, this time, he will be judged worthy
Of forgiveness, of belonging, of shelter.
He offers himself to her.
A nod gives him leave to advance, and joy suffuses his soul.
Not turned away, this time. Not to be denied, this time.
Finally given the chance to ask his questions, fulfill his longings.
Perhaps the sacred joining will finally make him whole.
He brings himself to the temple of her body, praying for enlightenment,
Not knowing that she is as lost as he.