Moratorium Agenda

Moratorium Agenda  

I will not  
punish anything,  
prosecute,  
or throw my hat  
into a ring;  
I simply do  
not join a team,  
hold with those,  
or break a beam.  
 
Rewarding good  
behavior though,  
saying yes  
for every flow,  
these are things  
I'm all about;  
peaceful words,  
I will not shout.  
 
It happens  
that  
she'll ought despair,  
say some things  
without a care,  
and then it is  
I step back  
to a peaceful zone,  
no walking slack.  
 
And once  
the bangles  
cease to be,  
and peace abides  
for feeling free,  
I'm all about  
rewarding then,  
for acting friendly  
in the end.  
 
Constructing  
bambooed  
Andrew's Cross,  
lashing limbs,  
and arms now bossed,  
three sided frame,  
with legs locked in  
and muffled mane,  
 
at last,  
a ball gag,  
blinders on,  
tethered in  
and loaded long,  
nothing but  
the barest wear,  
then perhaps  
not near  
but bare,  
the flogger drapes  
across her skin  
as peace rewarding  
settles in.  
 
Touch and task,  
and lashing strokes,
thanking her  
for peaceful jokes, something joyful  
this way comes  
as singing leather  
throngs emot  
that simple pleasure  
pain remote  
yet now  
endures  
as rest  
and sigh  
supreme demures.  
 
With one  
exhausted,  
pain rewards  
now spent  
like monsoon rain,  
what was sought  
so all along  
was gifted for  
no reason wrong.  
 
No domming  
from below allowed,  
a spectacle  
for one a crowd,  
rewards uphold  
good favor only,  
while bad things make submission lonely.