If I Could Tether You to My Belt Loop

This is another love poem. A slave declaring her love for her Master in the only metaphorical way she knows.

 

If I could tether you to my belt loop

And adorn you with glass bottles

That chimed when you walk

You would stay within my reach.

                       

When I can bind you to my underbelly

Without the usual pomp and circumstance

Customary to this eventual breach

I would have no need for film.

 

If I were free a week

And you a day

Before the collar was replaced

And the leash was untied

We could bask in the glow of the stratosphere

Until the last crack of the whip.

Author's Note

Any title ideas here? I'm working on a few, but its skippin gone step ahead of me...