Sonnet for a Hindu Goddess

Sleep! The only fear is Her arousal./
An Intimacy that will still our hearts,/
lest peace stirs, and my courage less than full!/
Daft denial - the cup spills over; art/
becomes what it once wasn't: we decay./
Forgetting our trysts, we crucify pain,/
and serve an injustice, both night and day,/
that tortures love, and puts trust in our chains./
Witness this death! Destroy this enemy/
of truth! Love this death that pertains to you!/
Burn the pride that betrays this memory!/
Adore Her, and the marriage she owes you;/
and see her retain all strength, "La Morte"./
Only then, we can retain what is true!/