BDSM

Your hands now in my chest rearrange my heart,

then my lungs.

Old chains I exchange for soft cuffs, an agreement we made over breakfast.

First, you gently pull apart wrists and ankles, my center, soft hard

meets you

Still split, I am anchored.

Your bed, a spit of wood over fire, from where I turn

You play my ribs.

Your fists, mallets, pound 

sounds of metal on metal 

reach my inner ear

And I am underwater.

Your calculated surge meets my desire,

pain breeds pain

behind my heart, such tender cruel creatures

they nestle and wrestle, 

leap from my spine.

and when I think I cannot bear 

your ageless love anymore

You find the hollow

below my clavicle 

a door handle 

you grab and push,

force open a room 

for me to see behind 

this ancient trick of god.

The Illusion. Here, where

desire and death are one.

Where pain is the promise of life.

Where Love is always Play.

And salvation,

an imperceptible,

tricky thin, slippery tear, 

from where your arms appear

to hold me as I cry

come through an abyss

of saliva and tears,

this bliss of fleshy fear

falling free,

releases me.