Slave Love

latched within your brain

and the corners of your square bed

what was I thinking fastened with you there –

no room for my train of thoughts

lingering as a shroud of death;

I have pondered for so long

about my pandering to you

how to finally break free

from these firm fetters

because the flaws I found in you

weren’t enough to quit

and acquit myself of a charge of this

so-called love;

but we both utterly knew

what that meant

in the chagrin

of your own judgement and mine

so now is the time

to admit that

your explicitly lawful act

being a dastard response

to my illicit show of true colours

stripped me of all propriety

indispensable to hold on to this

extrinsically elicit consent

to keep me as a whore

for your dirty game

---

Thank you for reading!