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.