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Click hereThere is something she has to give
She knows I have to take
Something from those lips
The way they tremble
beneath the whip
the way she's noble
sacrificing, insisting
throwing it at me, gifting
and I can't, I don't
I can't
get my hands
my heart
my soul
around it
enough
to get
enough
so I rage
Blind fury
tiger in a cage
Maniac hurry flurry whip engage
shouting pounding fucking slave
yield to me yield to me yield to be saved
It's only mine when I throw it away
God help me I am so fucking yours
I love the desperate tone of this poem and the rueful realization of the last line.
a great portrayal of that incredibly fine line. loved this poem. i love the way the read speeds up. i like your line end words - each is important and meaningful, including 'it'. excellent.
critique - i stumbled in the 'yield' line as i misread. (i'm still learning how to read poetry without the same punctuation i expect when i read prose).