Confined in a cage, I gaze across waters
The flesh of two becomes one,
As they sway and glide in the absence of quarantine

Fresh meat dangled before my eyes
My gardens are lifeless, and dessicated
My hands cannot fit through the bars

The essence of infancy locked inside with me
He is mine, formed of stardust and altruism
Yet he weeps dejection

The lake is filled with unions,
Who dance alongside me
The stars refract from silken gowns and ties

There are no bars for the bonded,
I am isolated in my entanglement,
Yet their shoulders rest easy

Disparaging words waterfall from their lips,
I fear I may drown in the ocean they've filled
"Thou own venereous ways bind you to thy cage"

Though hands reach to me, thorned in lechery,
I decline with words, and beg with flesh

I immured myself inside
For the infancy, and his frail form
Remain only extant in the womb of my captivity