Naked & wakeful
Waked & nakeful
Waked, naked & snakeful
Like a baby's arm holding an apple
Come to me, Eve
Come over here and come again
Don't act like you don't know
the Freudian import of that story
those repressed bible writers
Anchorites masturbating furiously
Furious in the hermitage
Whip in one hand, cock in the other
Those queer and creaky old queens
Who ejaculated the Inquisition
How else could they see God
But through the way of de Sade?