Led to other worlds
By the girls She curled within
I took their skins to see Her
Be my mannequin

Be my mannequin

I cannot remember
How it was that we first met
Curve of moon and haunted shore
The stars were not those heaven sent

Did [bad word] together
At masked palatial Balls
In silks and flesh and leathers
Or did [bad word] at all?
I dreamt a midnight castle
The eerie song of wolves
And eyes that danced with fire
As they have forever more

Our rites of sin
Have long fathered a hymn
To burden Him
Whom by slip of after whim
At genesis
Dressed Her like the wind
In Autumn gows
That pinned Her down
To be my mannequin

Be my mannequin

Always poised on winter
But never would She break
My lovecraft and black witch heart
That pounded in Her wake

We kissed on distant balconies
law unto Her own
Thirteenth [bad word] Of figures pressed to stone
Turning cream with fantasies
That God alone would know
We graced the vomitorium
With the sweet excess of Rome

Flagrant in the past
Our names were deeply carved
On the tree of life in long dead languages

Led to other worlds
By the girls She curled within
I took their skins to see Her
Be my mannequin

Be my mannequin

I tongued the nuns at Louviers
But not one word possessed
Her divine right, an archetype
For mortal Goddesses...