This is the first time I’ve written anything remotely close to free write poetry in probably 6-7 years. I’d love feedback.
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It’s not very often that I wonder if someone is thinking of me; their words, written so eloquently that it sets my skin ablaze…
Today marked one of those moments.
I wonder if I am your muse
The new thing you wish to torturously analyze
As if I am a specimen in the hands of a skilled scientist.
Which brings me to those hands…
I have seen how they grip the handle of a flogger, of a whip, of a cane. And how I wish I could feel the result of that grip lick against my skin.
Feel what it means to be undone by you.
You want to remake yourself, I want to know myself.
To be polled from the mindset I have carried for so many years, so that I can even begin to know the wants that scare me.
Am I the one you wish to claim?
To mark me in your colors?
To mar my skin as you test my limits and we learn them together?