Master

Spindles and spirals and worries of time
Harden our soft spots discharge our rhyme
Tightly I stay wound up on a poise
Internal chimes pay tithe without noise

Changes inside me lay each question bare
Knots upon tightropes in hard sharp despair
Waiting and waiting and waiting for more
Hardly a moment you're outside my pores

Your words dig inside, quickly hold fast
Each climax is reached with little impasse
Show me no mercy in hardened recoil
As every moment strikes shaky turmoil

Desensitization and dark shady roads
My head and my heart you readily mold
Through each single letter and every disaster
You singly become my only guide; Master

Bended hand striking hard upon my heart
With leather and blows you're tearing apart
Soft skin lay tattered and bloody and worn
Making it tame and falsely forlorn

I look up to you with pleading bright eyes
You fill every hole, no giving reprise
Over and over and over you tame
My wild beating soul, my little girl game