In the audio recording you sent me
An hour of touching yourself
punishment for misbehavior
you giggle and cry at the same time
With a trembling whimper
It's too late now, for a confession.
We were never so honest, as our sex
suspending reality momentarily
Life's one true sin, objectification.
And now, you are a recording.
Your eye begging Me, The Cuckoo Bird
To Free you from your own fingers
like the cuckoo bird
Only gave me one hour
To howl, at passing time.