I Am The Goddess In This Temple Poem by Ismim Putera

I am the goddess in this temple
you come to this isolated
corner to worship
my ethereal body
my skin is a mixture
of gold and copper
my lips are as sweet
as morning lotus
I might have heard your prayer—
those verses flow
like river out of your monk-like
mouth
I am the fish that swims
beneath your pious
tongue