By the time I get to Phoenixbydarkitude©
“By the time I get to Phoenix
You’ll be rising.”
You won’t find the note
Circumstance thumb tacked to my heart.
How I wanted to plead
As you placed The Bag inside my trunk,
“Please, keep me here!”
I submissively offered my lips in the customary, allowed parting, instead.
My eyes were riveted to my rear-view mirror
As the vision of where we’d been
Until out of sight.
I offered myself anesthesia
By dwelling on the release we’d shared.
The scent of you lingered, on me. So savory is Your taste!
I was already imagining the next time You might send for me.
I drove home, warm and prickly, needing to belong…somewhere.
And, I did not break down in need for more of You
Until I woke, hours later.
“By the time I make Oklahoma,” you’ll be at the gym.
You’ll smile, when I enter the lobby, tomorrow.
And will already have the answer to the question
That I dare to secretly ask myself…
“Is My One Man, My One Master worth every pain?
Yes! Without the shadow of any doubt!!!
“By the time I get to Phoenix…”
I will turn ‘round, every time,
Crawling, in needed return, pleading for more and more.
Brigid, for Sting
January 11, 2008