5: 75:  Slave and Master

Excerpt 75 from Journal 5: 'Reaching My True Love'
  -From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'

My Love, I want to beat upon you as if I am
  your master and you my slave...
Are you?  I want you to be...
I want to rail upon someone, to fall into someone...
I want you soft and receptive...
I want to beat upon your chest as I fall into you...
I want your ears wide open to hear me slam out
  poetry that shreds you to pieces...
My deafening yell shall be all that feeds you;
  I want you starving for reason so you can
  absorb mine...
I want you an empty, listless receptacle...
I want you to drag yourself to me trailing
  your unheard prayers and wishes...
I want your unrequited desires to put in my
  souvenir box...
I want to covet you, my forsaken boy...
I'll drag you by the hair...
I'll deprive you of pleasure...
Then feed it's last remains to you when you are
  desperate for something that matters...

My Love, am I not rather your slave?
For I am tied to my visions of you...
Are the roles not truly reversed?...
Face me and see them reverse...
For only in my reciprocated vision of you
  will my enslavement end...
Only in this ending of bondage will I free you
  at last from my vitriol...