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 we come together
   At masked palatial Balls
   In silks and flesh and leathers
   Or did we come 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
   A law unto Her own
   Thirteenth dark commandment
   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...