Even when you do not do it very well, The physical and emotional submission to another is an act of love so strong that it is impossible to imagine unless you have experienced it.
I swirl the amber liquid in my glass
Looking into it as though it may be a crystal ball
My head is full of what ifs, if only’s
Inside I sink with dispair.
The clasping fingers of another night
Have closed around me
No light no sunshine,
Only this grating emptiness
It is for you, who crept so silently
Into the womb of my soul
you, too whom I ache too please
Who draws my despair by your displeasure.
I did not open my heart to listen
I did not open my eyes to see what I should
There is no magic wand to rewind
No way to edit the passage of time.
Each breath is like breathing the heat of fire
Each heart beat another sting of my wounds
No punishment can be more than my own
No words can hurt more than your silence.
Adoring you should be my completeness
But learning too give is my journey,
One that confronts and challenges who I was
Yet still I sit quietly in the palm of your hand
Willing your soul too nurture
Pleading for you to guide me with your heart
To lift me from this prison of longing
To where you sit, so I may whisper of my love