The Dome of the Rock

You must be holy, man;

Your body is hot land.

You should pray with my hand.

And I want you—want you.

The way you kneel unseals

The Seventh Seal and feels

Like an open mouth: real.

And I know you—know you.

Your other kind of dome—

Your other kind of home—

Pleasure Rock, hard to moan.

And I want in—want in.