Shiva Sit

It's really not bad to be left

behind. I find my mind bereft 

 of ill conceived notions. 

 So now my devotions 

 rest upon my gluteal cleft.

On what this depends, let's hope you've some left,
that thing likened unto my gluteal cleft.
To have, then have not, can cause you to miss.
To covet thy neighbor's creates an abyss,
a schism, a chasm, consumption and bile.
Fear not to own your own vertical smile. 

So, I am the one done wrote this Sit,
and I am sure glad you got to see it,
since sitting's what I do do best.
I wouldn't Sit you though; no jest.

 Shiva me timbers! An ember's aglow,
alight from a night sitting in a shadow;
alone by the phone, wishing only to know
your voice. I rejoice when I hear the cock's crow.