Booted

The words "Damascene eyes"...borrowed from sir Khalil Xbow

Booted

You asked me to hold the pose
while you ...Let's see...
get a cup of coffee
Answer the phone
Open the door...
And I do
as I'm told.

With damascene eyes
of regret
I freeze, it's breezy
But the cold...

Thawed gnawed flawed
chased
By memories
An earlier warmth
A spring walk
Barefoot in the tender green grass
Blazing Aura
Soulful breeze.

This is all wrong
So different guarded
By the paraphernalia
Of boho chic
Fascist armor...
Boooted and laced
Incandescent arrogance

I'm both
Your  Mistress Muse
Toy of abuse

For you shall fawn upon
And lick my boots tonight
With wild eyed adoration

But with my soul untapped
Steeped in sensations
Strapped trapped
Not a milky foot out of place.

Meanwhile my damascene eyes
Flash and flicker....Alienation's
Sweet bondage
Rebellious
Compliance.

Between stiff and supple
Feline arch delicate support
Falling into free obedience
Faux fetters
Suspension of pretence
So artfully.

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2015