For You

A love poem for my Master.

 

I could never write another love poem

But for you even this accusing white ebbs away

To nothing.

I could scream,

With hands by my face and mouth open,

For you;

I could etch your name with toothpaste

Above the burn scars

In my arm.

I remember seeing you:

Your beard and often aqua eyes searching

For that recognition in

My cloudy skies.

Are those vans, you ask? And

Then I know these are just words

Sent my way when the real question

Lies beneath.

I did not want you.

But here am I, yours;

Will you keep me?

Reviews

[SM Davis]

A submissive is often only prey to the master...this was written well.