Brave New World

(artwork by Walter Girotto)

She made a universe and She locked me in it.
She drugged me with slow ecstasy
and left me, trance flowing through my veins,
memory no longer sequential,
every sense amplified to distortion.
The wind was Her breath on my skin,
the sound of the stream worked its way
through my intentions and changed them to Hers.
The sun was Her unbearable passion
and the night contained Her dark designs.
I was alone in paradise to be enjoyed
for the torment I endured without Her.
There had been surgery. Consensus reality
was removed and Her world transplanted
into me. Even my emotions were tuned
and Her music played erotically upon them.
Thoughts not my own move in my mind
as through a thick vacant consistency.
I love Her so much, but what else
is She going to do with me?

- (c) 2007, william the submissive poet