Untitled poem by belle

struggling to understand
exactly what it means to be
submissive;
struggling to grasp
my place beneath her-
beside her-
within her.

it isn't often i am made to kneel
but when i am i go instantly
into that place in my mind
where i belong only
to her.
the place where i have
no meaning without
her.

i lay my head in her lap
and her fingers smooth
through those tangled
curls of dark auburn
and burnt umber.
i am home here
and Miss will take care
of me.

when structure falls away
i cannot breathe or think or hear
and Miss is there to
bring me back
down
until
i can

breathe.



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