Sunday, April 29, 2012

Gift exchange

It was a special occasion.
I wrote him a poem.
He allowed me to take photos.
Obviously, I can't share the photos.
But you can see the following,
which pleased my Master
and kept the beast at bay.

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And what if you had not been born?
Or I had never heard your name,
or seen your face's dear terrain,
or felt your body hard and warm,
so soft and fierce and tender cruel?
No swift slots win or flash of fame
could salve the mystery and pain
of losses reeled off fortune's spool.

But luck or fate gave me a shove
To put this prey in hunter's way
And what began as sassy play
Made me a slave to you and love.

Thus here, a gift unwrapped upon your knee
I'm wholly yours, as I was born to be.


mamacrow said...

that's LOVELY!

oatmeal girl said...

Thank you.

He thought so, too. Especially as I hadn't given him a proper poem in a long time. He was very, very pleased.

I tried to make it a proper sonnet, but I think iambic pentameter is too leisurely for me.

charlotte said...

Beautiful! Thank you for sharing.

Lea said...

I must say, I usually skip over anyone's poem posts and the like, but I had to stop and read this one. It was wonderful.

Ken Mac said...

Your poetry makes me want to return to my former lover purely for her many physical gifts and skills. sigh.. should I?