Shrines
You built Your Shrines to Me in Storage Rooms,
The mem'ries of the lives You left behind,
Your Altars cold, unlit; lost Brides, dashed Grooms,
Your Love for Me by Catacombs defined.
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You built Your Shrines to Me in Restaurants,
New York was Bangkok--Glitter, Twigs, and Twine,
Appearing on Your Menus in pale Fonts,
An Elephant with BYOB Wine.
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You built Your Shrines to Me in Living Rooms,
Exotic rituals of Love for Me You planned,
With Candles, Oils, Poetry, and Plumes,
Your only wish to yield to My command.
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You did all this for Me, and Me thanks You,
Wroth though Me am, yes, Me am grateful, too.
You built Your Shrines to Me in Living Rooms,
Exotic rituals of Love for Me You planned,
With Candles, Oils, Poetry, and Plumes,
Your only wish to yield to My command.
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You did all this for Me, and Me thanks You,
Wroth though Me am, yes, Me am grateful, too.
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