A Tale of Submission

Unveil your darkest thoughts.

Let me embrace your ugly tragedy

And cry of your pain.

Exhaust your mouth as you do your silence:

Tell me, command me and govern me.

Your sweetest touch melts my skin

And pours it into chunks of gold that plates your heart.

Eyes such as yours cuts loose a freedom in me

To dream and sweat and ache,

Your eyes are a threat –

To my dignity.

What do I have left?

A naked memory of your touch,

Your grin, your soul.

You took me

A Tale of Submission

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