Short Leash

Paul keeps me on a short leash, far from my family.
I haven’t seen them since he took me away in a truck
two years ago.

Paul is my family now.

He chains me up in his den, and whips me all over
because he loves me.

I used to hate him, but now I adore him
because he makes me feel alive.

My life had no meaning before we met . . .
endless wandering down dead-end streets;
soul power running out of gas.

This is your fate, he says . . .
This is my fate, I agree.

I want to live between your legs, he says . . .
Fuck me harder, I shout.

Real love is hard love, that much I know . . .
I never fake an orgasm
With a real man.

Paul shows me his true colors, every single day
and I take his painful lashes with pure grace.

Any love is good love
and pain is the path to enlightenment.

The bible told me so.

I don’t care about the rest of the world
outside this split-level house on Sycamore Lane . . .
I just care about our beautiful dark nirvana.

He never lets me look out the windows
but I don’t want to
any more.