Wooing the Fatal Flaw

The temple whore ascended the mountains
as the goddess-mother bid her, and found Endkidu
right where she knew he'd be:
at the watering hole with the animals,
his hair wild, his eyes possessed of a feral beauty,
sabotaging every trap set by man
for the lion and the gazelle.
"He's such a guy," she sighed,
knowing what she must do to grab his attention
before she could tame his wild independence
and bring him into human society.
So, sweetly, sensuously, she disrobed,
lying downwind from him, offering him
the curves and maze ways of her femininity.
What a wild pair they made.
She took his breath away,
a love-making of no subtlety
for six days and seven nights
until he was on his knees before her
mindless of the animals
his appearance now scared away,
allowing himself to be lead off by her,
willingly docile and obedient.
She clothed him and gently instructed him
in the ways of mankind,
in music and merry-making, in refined ardor,
cooing flattery, anointing and caressing his
toughest and softest male parts,
making him happy and desirous of this new way,
feeding him wine, and bread from the oven,
which he had to force to stay down,
tantalizing his male pride with
the challenge of civilization
until he became man,
his life among the ibex and wild cattle
a fading image, ghostly and perplexing
in a fast-receding dream.

-- P.Q. Perron