Do you worship me, my god?
Breathing carefully, and your spine
Goes numb for the tee?
Loving sweetly, ask for a breast,
So unearthly-airy?
Angel, be an angel and stay
My cherub is obedient!
Ghost! There are no signs of male
In the one who is perfect!
Male-female is a sneezed ratface
of the earth, to the purpose.
What did you tell me from the plafond? -
"All that you said is godlike!"
Who drank your Amrita - he arose
To ecstasy of Sunday!