Sister, tease me with a, “mot hyt be,” please.
Brother, now you, “amen.” I’ll take you both.
Plump, ripe fruit. Plowed fields. Prelude to orgies,
to feasts, to harvest. A hint of the oath
that I took to befoul Chosen Ones, lead
the Star Children to sin; which, for you two,
will be in my bedroom stoned while we read
Byron’s Manfred, snog and giggle. This, too,
is an After School special. These misfit
pleasures. This wolfish love of ewes and rams.
Come. I’ll guide you through cum-fueled odysseys.
There’s a far shore where you’ll learn to submit.
I’ll fill you with myth: Eve’s Bratz bra, Adam’s
Y-fronts, Lilith’s Hello Kitty panties.
I’ve never understood why Neopagans began using the Freemason’s, “So mote it be,” to end their prayers with, but they do. “Mot hyt be,” is the original spelling, taken from the Regius Manuscript. Snog is British slang for sloppy kissing. According to Sigmund Freud, out of all the underwear in the world, the diaper-rash whitey-tighty Y-fronts symbolize discomfort and awkwardness in the male psyche. Of course Adam wore them.