A dominant studies a submissive
like the turning of pages in a room with cigar smoke and coffee
not to master not to manipulate not to twist lines to lies
the fears tucked under skin like secret songs
the strength that moves without announcing itself
the hurt that still tastes of yesterday
the places healed and the places hidden and the places no one else sees
A dominant studies a submissive
like the turning of pages in a crackling snowbound cabin
not to control not to claim but to understand the lines
the doubts tucked under skin like secret songs
the courage that moves without announcing itself
the ache that will never go away
the places remembered and the places concealed and the places no one else sees
A dominant studies a submissive
like the turning of pages in a room filled with ghosts of the past
not to command not to change but discern what lies beneath
the desires tucked under skin like secret songs
the patience that moves without announcing itself
the wounds that may never fully heal
the places open and the places veiled and the places no one else sees