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Master (Free verse) by Dovina

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 I’ll not shrink, withhold or cower or protect myself from you or keep a pleasure from the owner of my soul

lmp 20-Sep-07/2:26 PM
i dont really get any cynicism here. perhaps i am daft.

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.




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