It’s not the same
when done with care,
In tightly knotted
rope and hair
I bite to see the light
behind your eyes..
And why?
Because I know.
In pain, you can let go.
It’s why you never
hesitate
to trust me with your fate:
why you always move
your throat
towards my hand,
It’s why you arch your back
and breathe
through every stinging slap
It’s why the ache
that stays with you
will bring your private smile
A gift it is: the only thing
you cannot give yourself,
For those with iron self-control
it’s the freedom to be else
Kneel here,
in front of me.
I’ll grant your wish,
I’ll set you free.
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