Like a staircase leading to gables of my crannie

I in cups among the truss of my mind's rafters

Like a satyr on two legs becoming the swill's goat

Cossing over the moat of my poetic sanity

With the aid of Merlin's wand in my hand

And raptor's pen to defend my sins

As you knee at my lap with a little toe tap

With a seductive grip on my pawn

Shedding your corset of whale bones

Standing in front of me in all your naked glory

Smiling as you grip my pawn tighter

Showing me your wanton need

Like a staircase leading to gables of my crannie

And the ossuary of dead words