Knees

I want to be a man  
but I cannot  
for I am down on my knees.  
 
My anima presses  
hard on my back,  
I am forced to sit  
still,  
 
She has taken my crown  
and my cape.  
I am naked  
 
But for the hands  
placed firmly on my head;  
fingers tousle my hair  
in pretty tugs  
 
Of movement,  
a dog nipping  
his bitch into submission.