Slave ?

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She is wholly mine

To command,

To define;

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

When I take her

– My time, my place – she

Responds, so fantasy-easy and willing,

To my every whim: heavy restraint, whip,

Silken hood, smeared with honey,

Blindfolded, costumed.

She mews, smiles; in turns quiet,

Banshee, submissive, giving.

Whatever I would she takes it,

Makes it wholesome.

She will never forsake …

Who am I fooling?

She is my sometime April muse

And will soon be gone like

May morn frosts.

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Chains

They have removed the chains

From the End of the World.

How’s your balance now?

How close to the

Sharp edges will

You dare to walk?

 

Last book I read

Said God was a rabbit;

Where can you put

Your trust?