Deer in headlights,
Sublime emanations and elevations
Poet pierced earnestly
By an artist’s flair
For the unknown and the unusual.
A rabbit in a hole,
Ready to eat your secret garden.
They see a collar in your hand,
But it is a heart.
In your loving, firm embrace.
Beating, bleeding, pumping for you.
A slave to a space only subs can know,
Freedom in the form of a rope…
Love, like it’s the first time.
Creations and reactions
Always at the ready with the flick of a wrist.
I bow to you, kneel for you, lick for you, cry for you.
Make no mistake,
You are mine
As much as you know I am yours
Powers unbeknownst to the worldly creatures,
Never capable of finding the shadows.
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A la tendresse de la lune,
J’entrelacerai tes doigts dans les miens
Afin de mieux sentir résonner
La fréquence de ton âme.