As I watch the vessel's colours unfurl,
it seems to become increasingly unclear
in characteristic monotone or techni-spectral
array, whether "you're my Daddy" or my dear
should I say that all I wanted or really needed,
to be sure of anything,
was the allopatric rhythm of a steady heart
of gold - and a jolly good rogering.
I am not sure if you surrendered or heeded,
but I stole your time right at the start.