Subjective Considerations

Your words are tears of salt, of power, of desire.
I drown in them, I taste them, I become them.
Every new meaning is a shiver into submission.
Every command becomes obedience unbound.
In my surrender, I create Your dreams.
In my need to please, I am the medium
that aches for the touch of Your artistry.
Sweet soft words in spirals of sound,
around and around as I go down,
I am lost as You intended and suspended
in the web that defines Your intended use.
The power that You use to confuse me
is an addictive ecstasy to me. How can I
resist the offer that You tempt me with?
After I have given myself freely,
do You have any responsibility?

- (c) 2007, william the submissive poet