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!

                           o o o