(Michael) Their bodies Triumphant

Their power unfurled

I know I am nothing

And women the world!

A slave to their favours

Their no and their yes

I'm crushed in the crease

Of a cotton dress



And I'm dead except

In their company

And I'm only at rest

When they motion to me



And night after night

I turn to myself

And I raise them

Out of my panic

And they come to me

Willing at last

Inflamed and fast

Mutual and graphic.



And suddenly they drill my heart

With cavities of absence

And they cover their thighs

with cellophane

And they cover their breasts

with a shadow

And they nail my good right hand

to a wall in the attic



O take me away

From the thorns and the fire

And let me recline

On the Throne of Desire



From the Throne of Desire

I make this solemn decree

Every woman I want

Will want, will want, will want

Will more than want me!



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