Possession

Each grey stone wall, each privet hedge, each fence
Afford her opportunities; she's sure
That behind these lies her true recompense:
To suit the bitch in her and feed the whore,
With fantasies a secret space provides,
Be it within a garden, yard or field:
A chance to do as bidden; Sir decides
Her fate as she surrenders; if she yields
Then he can soon determine her disgrace;
And, if she holds back, he can lead her on
To harsh encounters, where she will surface
To find herself much used and put upon
In every season - winter through to fall -
Behind each fence, each privet hedge and wall.