Toaster Oven (me)

 
Put my glass of tears on a coaster  
Please  
 (while I place my hands upon Your heart)  
Temper my soul in the toaster  
(and purge away your dross)  
 
Shoulder apprehension in the holster,  
(I will refine you in my fire)  
Your secrets won’t make a boaster  
out of me  
(please remake your love at my cross)  
 
toast me lightly in your oven  
warm me slowly with your fire  
pact with me a dozen hugs  
of unearthly desire.  
 
My toaster oven I sold  
for 6 Sammy beers  
O warm me from the cold  
while I drink away my fears.  
 
You, I seek not to borrow  
I seek only to share  
Don’t wait until tomorrow  
 
 
O  
 
Toaster oven me slow. . .  
 
Toast me black & sew  
me new