my body is a temple.

if my body is a temple
then it is the Sacré-Cœur;
disappointing and full of tourists.

wait, no –
sorry.
try again.

my body is not a temple;
temples are open to anybody
and I am anything but.

my body is not a temple –
it is a castle.
a castle with a moat.

my body is a castle
a fairy tale castle with a moat,
and a dragon,
so any knights trying to ‘rescue the princess’
had better have their guard up.

my body is a castle
surrounded by a thorny bush
ready to gouge out the eyes of anyone
stupid enough to even attempt
to ‘climb my tower’.

anyway,
the owner isn’t in –
she’s gone round to the three bears house
to eat brunch with Goldilocks.

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