I WISH IT WOULD RAIN
Reflections in my window pane show tortures sweet and sublime.
Catching my eye as the whip cracks on your flesh.
The weals stand out like a network of passion.
Passion and lashes.
You beg me on your bended knee to spare you the rod of desire.
I brush you aside as the breeze catches the veil.
Your unsullied features look at me enraptured.
Enraptured and captured.
I ravish your purity leaving virtue intact,
As a sign of the pain you have caused,
You mark me for life with bitter contempt.
Touched by the presence of corrupting emotion,
Your spirit cries out to be broken,
On a wheel of my making, a wheel of my choosing,
A wheel of unfettered rage.