after

Oh my god
my entire body speaks
"Yes Mistress"
my torso flapping its gums
its limbs
its attached grey matter
which seeps through my
ears and forhead no longer speaking with its apendages
it drips with sorry
for being too pathetic
yet it climbs its nation's pole
to the very top of a scream
thank you to your generous aim
for your invention's grace
and torque
as the memories rush
through corpusles
remembering the turning
the slow tight spin of
me on the spigot
amongst your absent mercy

how did i get so lucky?
to drip out of myself
at the puddle you
point to as my transgression
you ordered not to
i weep inside into it
yielding to your might
its reach and Shibari grip
so unyielding
even as it teeters
and sways to the
finese of your use
i yield to its endless
force
and seep into the wake of
you...into the dream
you set me sail
upon the ship's ride
into the darkness of unending need

before

the sound of the cage
blinds my ear's mumbles
it rattles and brings on a flood
that washes away desperate sweaty words
that screatch through pores

im in the cell of your will
im the fly in your blue
papered o the bite of
the words you dig into me

im in the cell of your will
im in the cell of this pill
i ramble on so despeately
the D-ring imprints its memory
Oh I am so grateful for Thou
letting me see the i of me

i am a wack
hardly a speck
i cant feel the limbs of a predicate
i am a ship
riding your storm
Your delectable fingers raking me born
your targeting tongue shoots words
that pierce my delicate mind

i am less than the air you used
to make me a mime

Oh why cant i muster a flow
why cant my mumbles be grown
im less than a fallen hair
washed away with a stare
why cant i cling to an amusement for you?

im pounding inside
the paint drips along
as you sip at my brain
a bland grey saute, hardly of taste

where is my me?
left inside my shoe?
my fixations are real
yet they give me no clue
will i be able to read
this scribble to you?
what's left of my thoughts?
the weight of my place
takes me away like
tomorrows fate