October 7, 2001

  • “You have dominion, my lord, in our house of pleasure,”
    She whispered, and then glanced away.
    I reached out, caressed her, reassuring her our treasure
    was love’s bounty shared in each and all ways.


    I told her:


    “Like a sandbox of sand where each of us plays
    Building castles reaching up toward the sun,
    Let us now lean together in this box—building castles
    To spiral upwards entwined as if one.”


    “I have dominion—‘tis true, over my world well in hand
    Which I so protectively guard like a hawk.
    But to dominate you? My queen of this realm?
    Take my hand and let’s go for a walk.”


    And so to the woods…down a little known path
    we meandered and disappeared for a  talk...
    And to her joyous surprise—I took her right there—
    Ah, dominion!  It truly does rock!

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