The 28th Sonnet

One cannot be without the other.
Hearts entwined fragile and brittle.
I kiss and cry in arms of my lover.
For her to be big I must be little.

Pushing down past egos begging to submit.
Under her ropes giving up control.
Beholden to her boundaries I do commit.
An object of lust with a piece of her soul.
Partners alike yet different parts to play.
Her equal without power my consent to give.
Responsible for her night and she for my day.
I for her day forced under her hand do live.
Playing these roles our existence does flow.
Honoring this D and S the self can grow.

Much thanks to Chloe, who co-authored this with me.

It's Your Turn

Present yourself to the Mistress of Ceremonies
That you may gain her approval
Do it not, and we’re done
Prostrate yourself at her feet
Show her what you’ve learned in submission
Beg for her permission
That on the stage you may be allowed to stand
Read
Sing
Dance
Bare yourself for her pleasure
Grovel for her graces
That you may be allowed to dress
Only to strip for her amusement
It’s her whims that govern here
It’s her desires
Prepare yourself
To play
Jump
Deliver
And fascinate
You’re on display
But don’t seek the viewer’s arousal
For it’s her pleasure that will fill you
Her favor that allows this to continue
You can see her carnal delight
In making you wait
In making you squirm
In her pause before letting you approach
Plead for mercy
That your time comes up
And when it’s over
Remember to give thanks
For you may yet be rewarded.

Texted Poetry

When it rained the plants opened their thirsty mouths hoping for anything but polluted sludge. Content and adjusted, their backs to the smoke stacks raining down.