Acolyte

 One day, while wandering in the desert,
He found himself―developing his spirit;
And things were going well, until his hairshirt
Got ripped by a devil’s jealous fit.
And then the universe offered this truth:
A woman chose this man to participate
In her delusion she could use her youth
A beauty to prove she’s Venus incarnate.
Unraveled totally, chose to weave
Her fantasies with his reality;
In poems where love was more than make—believe,
The Goddess grew into his totality.
 Beware of metaphorical deserts―
It’s where the Muse hunts her converts.