Out there somwhere he waits

 patient and calm
a statue of nightmare
his hands delicate and strong
an artist
his canvas, my body
his brush, the lash
his sculpture, my mind
his clay, my boundaries
moulding and twisting
his work complete
he sits, absorbing the moment
broken i await his lead
he smiles a knowing smile
delicately wipeing my tears
his fingers traceing thier path
In a sudden jerk
his hand is at my throat
his body denying my freedom
my pleas are met with a laugh
like a spring of blades and needles
the cold pleasure in him
lights the inferno in me
and together we rise
above our sacks of meat and bone
lifes fire enraged
by his desire to snuff it out.