Fun is a faun, dancing in the wild
Service is severe, beautiful in her tower

He might say no,
     "She’s a stuck-up bitch."
She might say no,
     "He’s a dirty, selfish bastard."

          Or

He might batter at her bulwarks
     Lusting for unattainable beauty.
She might forge chains and chase him
     To rehabilitate his soul.

          Or

He might knock politely
Enter her tower
Fuck enchanted daily
Finding the Fun in Service.
She might step out for a bit
Come upon him like a tiger
And find that in enjoying herself
She helps others directly.

          Or

They will wed
In unending love-play
‘Til there’s no distinction
Between the two.