Transfer

It's a black-tie affair

The tether of silk and leather

I choose to wear
Bound to my sovereignty
It strokes and chokes me gently
Until I am asleep.

The slippery cord uncoils from my neck

Before you wake me for another test

But in the darkness of our bed 

I hear a new voice instead

The one that I now answer to

And follow his instruction on what to do with you:

A quick snip

The line is dead—

And finally, a good night's rest.

The shadow of your echo no longer haunts my ears

Blood rushes back to my head 

My mind soon clears

I take a deep breath—

And hold it in.

Now each morning

After he leaves with a quiet kiss

I look upon the threaded jewels 

Across my throat and wrists

As they sparkle brightly back at me—

It's another kind of kink

When I smile at the mirror

And wonder what you'd think.

The Lesson

Not even his famous irreverence
Could ever erase
Every touch, every taste, every sleight of face
I remember everything.

The past is our bind
A promise long left behind;
This lesson in possession
Is Jealousy's curse,
But she is just a mother and

He is just the child 

Who hides behind her skirt.

Who will love him? 

He wanders the earth blind

Across silver-scarred skies

Through jet streams

And silent goodbyes.

Shadows in kind

With humility and grace,
We enter the void to uncover
The treasures that await.
From restless toil and hunger,
It is all we create.