From its steamy breath.
Comes the taste of Coco powder
And its eyes glimmer
Of stainless steal.
Its arms are sticky
And it hugs you.
And six times.
You taste the coco
And six times.
You will do it deed.
And six times
You will speak its name
Calling it christ.
And it will only be.
Your own reflection.
That you see.
Author notes
Written November 19th, 2005
