Cloyster My Gassomer Heart
Three-Personed God
The shrill orison of an automaton
A convalescent of fatuous forebonding
that exposed His feebleness
and its buoyancy
it took away
Aghast by thy sordid nature
Scarlet was the lure
Silent was the roar of a slyly damsel
So solemnly frolic, a characteristic He used to dread
But even lions play with their daily bread
Save for when brimming with hunger
Was He your serf OR was He your Lover?