Reading the menu at the morning service: br - Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum - br Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, nervous, br Glances around - Will she or won't she come? br br The congregation dissected into pews br Gulping their strip teas in the luminous cavern br Agape's sacamental berry stews; br The nickel-plated light and clatter of heaven br br Receive him, temporary Tantalus br Into the Lookingglassland's firescape. br Suckled on Jungfraumilch his eyes discuss, br The werwolf twins, their mock Sabellian rape. br br This is their time to reap the standing scorn, br Blonde Rumina's crop. Beneath her leafless tree br Ripe-rumped she lolls and clasps the plenteous horn. br Cool customers who defy his Trinity br br Feel none the less, and thrill, ur-vater Fear br Caged in the son. For, though this ghost behave br Experienced daughters recognize King Leer: br Lot also had his daughters in a cave. br br Full sail the proud three-decker sandwiches br With the eye-fumbled priestesses repass; br On their swan lake the enchanted icecreams freeze, br The amorous fountain prickles in the glass br br And at the introit of this mass emotion br She comes, she comes, a balanced pillar of blood, br Guides through the desert, divides the sterile ocean, br Brings sceptic Didymus his berserk food, br br Sits deftly, folding elegant thighs, and takes br Her time. She skins her little leather hands, br Conscious that wavering towards her like tame snakes br The polyp eyes converge....