Roleplay

In a dialogue for freedom, a slave once
begged his owners, knees bruised by the rocks
he crawled upon. I kneel before my lover
shackled by desires. I become her slave
as she waves the whip in the air, the lash
tender enough to not peel the flesh of my hunger.
My bones wriggle, waves crashing inside me.
A river with teeth moves within my veins,
tears my body apart & I collapse, bruised
by the yearning that has stripped me
of self. I, first of my name, knighted
by a flogger. I do not beg my master;
I pant. I lower myself before her brook
& watch her rinse my tongue with bliss.