‘We live in dangerous times’
Her words, a knife at my throat.
Explain? I asked.
‘There is always a danger of exploitation ‘
arousing my expectations.
Exploitation? I questioned.
Falling headlong into her verbal embrace.
‘Love is but a fragile thing,
if you drop it, will its beauty not shatter; like a glass rose?’
‘It’s said that if you love something
you must set it free.
That love should be unconditional; undemanding.
My love is of a different kind…
I may never set you free.
I will drop you many times
to watch you break, find enjoyment
in picking up your pieces to build you again.
I will demand everything…
be denied nothing.
My conditions will be more than you can afford…
I will want your life as my private domain.
And in return?
My voice trembling, as I fell under her spell.
I will bind you with your wildest dreams,
lock you up in your darkest fantasies,
Nothing will be forbidden, or overlooked;
Until I tire of you.
Then, you can return to your ordinary world.
Only then will I set you free;
for I will no longer love you…..
If I ever did.