And when she left me I felt no jealousy
For company I had this fantasy
I imagined her without me in ecstasy
Alone or amongst women only
When she arouses herself to her crisis herself
She tries to touch the centre that comprises herself
She sees the shapes that fantasy devises for her
She feels beneath her finger how it rises for her
Pleasure approaches, she surprises herself
When she arouses herself to her crisis herself
For my clumsy butter fingers she abandoned me
And all my brutal masculinity
Now I like to think of her forgetting me utterly
Abandoning herself much more skilfully
Torn away from Kansas like some Dorothy
In a Wizard of Oz become pornography
Maybe she'll land on Lesbos and discover Sapphic tendencies
In harems full of Eastern promiscuity
When she arouses herself to her crisis herself
She tries to touch the centre that comprises herself
She sees the shapes that fantasy devises for her
She feels beneath her finger how it rises for her
Pleasure approaches, she surprises herself
When she arouses herself to her crisis herself
And when she left me I felt no jealousy
For company I had this fantasy
I imagined her without me in ecstasy
Alone or amongst women only
