Free verse № 153892
Master
Place a wafer on my tongue
red wine upon my lips
in my breast the Logos of your soul
and into me your satisfaction
I come weak in threatening world
and curl to you
my strength, my Lord
In subjection to the stronger
held closely by the mighty
my best is yours to change
to have, control
Iâll not shrink, withhold or cower
or protect myself from you
or keep a pleasure
from the owner of my soul
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i was rather repulsed by the cowering servility of the narrator, but then the last verse i can almost see a sneer creep into the subject's face. i do hope that the keepr of the subject's soul is not the "Lord" or "Master", but rather the subject themsleves.
maybe the words are spoken true, as in "i will shield nothing from you since all i do is what you ask." in that case, i am further repulsed.
not your best, but we all write what we need to write, nonetheless.
happy to provide feedback to those with serious intent. i never did catch up with you about the end of your ride; how did it finish out?
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