I hated myself
No, that’s not quite right
I cursed my lack of self

Swaddled within the soft unyielding
Walls of the Holy Roman Catholic Apostolic —
Our Holy Mother —
The One, the only, the Church!

And what a mother she was
Those big firm breasts
Soft and unyielding 
Those generous nipples
Blushing roseola 
Swollen
Gazing straight at me
Promising eternal life if I
Just drank forever content
And sleepy, between those
Wondrous breasts

“Sshh, don’t cry out, dear child, don’t question
Here’s my nipple — drink deep and sleep —
As your Blessed Savior did —
Between my beguiling
Bewitching bedeviling breasts.”