BDSM Poetry Blog

My Christmas Poem

2004-12-08T16:57:00.000-06:00

In honor of the Yuletide season, here's a Christmas poem I wrote along about 1990, give or take. I hope you enjoy it and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas season.

I heard a strange noise late last night
And arose from my bed prepared to fight
I fetched my pistol and descended my stairs
My eyes aglow with a malevolent glare
In the dark shadows of my living room
I beheld a figure that looked like doom
Over his shoulder was flung a very large bag
And I quietly aimed my .44 Mag
I centered the shadow in my sights
Then I fired three times and turned on the lights
What next I saw did give me pause
For I'd just slaughtered Santa Claus

..........II..........

Now today is December twenty-sixth
Wasting Santa has put me in one hell of a fix
I've been condemned by the worldwide press
I'm being compared to Stalin and Hess
A picket line has sprung up outside my home
I'm been burned in effigy from Tokyo to Rome
A hanging was planned with a request to the Pope
That he bless the gallows and the hangman's rope
While all this goes on, I sit and plan
In April, I shall make my stand
You see, killing becomes a funny habit
Come Easter, I'm gonna waste that bunny rabbit

Patrick H.
circa 1990

Senseplay: An Elizabethan Sonnet of Kink

2004-11-12T20:14:00.000-06:00

She lies naked on the bed
Tied to the post spread eagled and blind
A million feelings fly through her head
What sensations would Master let her find

Will she feel great pleasure
Or the agonies of his cane
She knows she's greatly treasured
Even given the very worst pain

She yelps as he trails ice down her spine
Goosebumps as he drags nails across her shoulders
She utters not one word, but helplessly whines
Shivering when the air grows colder

Master so easily makes her every nerve sing
She cries loudly, in ecstasy, as her sweet spirit takes wing

--Patrick H.
--08 April 2001, A.D.

From the Darkness

2004-11-12T20:10:00.000-06:00

The thunder roars 'cross the eastern sky
As the whip strikes the slave and she loudly cries
Her master driven to correct her wrongs
Her skin on her shoulders crossed with marks
As clouds cross the sun and the sky goes dark
And we hear her sorrowful song

She shudders in her bonds awaiting the lash
As it strikes her creamy shoulders with an awful slash
She did wrong and now must pay
She loses count wrapped in her pain
Her cries covered in the pouring rain
In the high-noon dark of the day

The pain she suffers is wrenching
As the rain outside is drenching
And she hates herself for her screams
Her master says not a thing
As she writhes as the whip stings
Knowing her cries will haunt tonight's dreams

But with her whipping she is cleansed
Her guilt is painfully rinsed
Like the rain outside their doors
She hates having to pay this price
But nothing else would suffice
To lift this burden making her soul sore

Under the lashing, her skin fails
Blood trickles with louder wails
A little red river down her spine
She bites her tongue, staying awake
Demanding of herself all that she can take
Gritting her teeth, refusing to whine

She scarcely knows her whipping is done
As the clouds uncover the sun
Bringing light back to this day
Her master lays the whip aside
Pitying her for what was done to her hide
But knowing she had to pay

He releases her from the cuffs
Knowing she's had enough
And helps her as she gains her feet
Tells her this matter is done
As the puddles glisten in the sun
And again, she feels complete

He tells her he loves her and holds her tight
As the noon sun bathes the world in light
And she sobs in her relief
She thanks him with all of her heart
Knowing it hurts him to do this part
But now they're both done with grief

Patrick H.
14th May 2003, A.D.

Girl and Her Master

2004-11-10T01:40:00.000-06:00

A pale sliver of moon looking over the night
Lying in her bed, eyes closed so tight
Her master filling her spirit's inner sight
Mind slipping its moorings, preparing for flight

She feels his hands teasing her below
Although already filling her, passion starts to grow
Time becomes flexible, ebb and flow
What comes next she already knows

She climaxes hard, it fills her head
Then she's roughly flipped over on the bed
She's spanked with a paddle till her butt goes red
Resistance gone, like the wind it fled

Her ears hear his order, "up on all fours"
She eagerly obeys, his happy whore
Knowing all that waits in store
Knowing even so, she wants so much more

Finally spent, she collapses into her sheets
Her master's attentions at long last complete
He drifts cross her vision, light and fleet
As fantasy and vibrator go back to sleep

--Patrick H.--
--9 January 2004, A.D.--

A Chance Meeting

2004-11-07T03:24:00.000-06:00

In the year 2001, I found myself spending many evenings after a day of work on a car lot in a local Denny's, doing a lot of writing, including over 400 pages (handwritten) of a novel that's even now trying to chug its way through a writer's block. Believe it or not, Denny's is a pretty good place to write in privacy, because even packed to the rafters, nobody is really there to bother you. And so, I'd get there by ten or ten-thirty, and would sometimes stay four or five hours, mostly writing, but also people-watching.

Of course, any cafe in the world has its regulars, and this particular Denny's was no different. During this time, I was one of the regulars, and the gentleman from this poem was also one of them. The poem that follows tells a true story of a true encounter, and was on paper not even a half-hour after he and I parted company.

Strictly speaking, this isn't a D/s-based poem, but for some reason it's been ringing through my head a lot lately, and what the hell, I was writing a BDSM novel when this gentleman sat at my table to talk. Aboard the Seaborne Wanderer will hopefully someday find its way through the writer's block that's kept it hung up for so long, and I'll be able to share it with you, but I digress. I can't say I hope you enjoy this poem, because it's not a terribly happy one, but I hope perhaps it gives you pause to think ...

--Patrick--

Nameless faces in a little cafe'
Bitter coffee to drink on a lonely day
Worn out jukebox playing worn out songs
People pondering their lives and what went wrong

One old gent's here whom I see quite often
Probably not yet fifty, but ready for his coffin
Coffee and cigarette, the man looks spent
Eyes already rheumy and his shoulders forever bent

While I sit and write, his eyes meet mine
Young and old and painful, it chills my spine
He comes to my table and takes a seat
Offers a gnarled hand as we somehow meet

Without a prompt, he starts to tell
Of his life that's become a living hell
Of a life still young yet already done
Of not wanting to see even one more sun

He's tired of life, tired of his fate
Tired of his wife and too tired to hate
It hurts to see anyone so full of sorrow
I wonder if he'll even be alive tomorrow

He lights another of probably one million smokes
I watch with interest as I drink at my Coke
Wondering at the stories this man could say
Of his happy life before too many yesterdays

We talk of life and death and the big bad world
Smiling gently at the waitress, a cute young girl
I wonder, seeing this man, how this girl's life will be
What joys and terrors will this young girl see?

Time for home and bed, and we shake hands and part
I go home with sad thoughts and a heavy heart
And to work tomorrow with fear and hope
That I'll not come so sadly to the end of my rope

--PTH--
--07 August 2001, A.D.--

Spacey

2004-11-01T03:33:00.000-06:00

Waiting in the dark for her master
Wondering what will he do
Heart in the dark beating faster
Emotions awhirl in a stew

He smacks her hard on her ass
She squeaks in her surprise
He says, "you're my property, lass"
She wants to start to fly

She feels his nails drag down her spine
His breath so warm on her ear
"Yes," he says, "you're entirely mine"
She can't see, but feels his leer

And then she yelps at newfound cold
Ice trailed down her skin
A flare of heat; her mind struggles for its hold
Starting a spacey spin

And then scratches between her breasts
From his unshaven stubbly chin
She stays her ground though this little test
And he nuzzles down the valley again

Then a tickle across her belly below
His fingertips light like feathers
She feels her heart start to slow
In this tempestuous inner weather

And then his teeth nibble her belly
And he smiles up at her pretty face
As her knees turn to thin jelly
And she bursts out into space

He holds her in her sexy swoon
Eases her to the floor
Knowing she won't return very soon
She deserves all of this and more

He lies beside her, strokes her hair
And kisses her sweated brow
Giving her all his loving care
As she vacations from here and now

--Patrick H.--
--01 November 2004, A.D.--

Her Hair

2004-10-29T18:43:00.000-05:00

Long silken hair
Shimmering with inner light
Fanned out on a pillow
Candy to his sight

Sexy on the femme
So soft in his hands
Reins for just the right "him"
Who is chosen as her man

Pulling at her hair
To draw her into a kiss
A handle, but maybe not fair
But oh, such sexy bliss

And pulling her head back
As he takes her from the rear
A sexual mock attack
And a very happy leer

--Patrick H.--
--28 Sept. 2004, A.D.--

Fire and Ice

2004-10-29T18:37:00.000-05:00

Her eyes flash fire
Brighter than the candles' glow
Her heart a blazing pyre
In a dungeon cold as snow

The blazing whip cracking on creamy skin
She utters not a cry
The leather's roaring rumble finds her again
This one's proud, not one bit shy

The blazing whip can't match inner heat
Her cravings and dark desires
But lashes her continually, its work not complete
As her heart slowly banks its fires

And the cold of the dungeon and heat of passions
Meet in the dungeon's still air
Static builds 'round the lashings
Thunder rolls so loud to scare

Then suddenly in the clap of thunder
The girl on the post screams aloud
Passion, resolve, torn asunder
Flown to space, abandoned her proud

The blazing whip is coiled, and laid to the side
Soothing hands caress welted skin
She cruises through her marvelous ride
Her face lit with a dazzling grin

Patrick H.
4th March 2004, A.D.

The Beauty Within

2004-10-27T01:06:00.000-05:00

Rough chunk of wood, weathered and grey
Out in the rain and shine for many long days
Selected from a stack of prettier wood
A lesson needs taught and understood

A piece cut off about six inches square
He puts it on the lathe and works with care
A thing of beauty emerges from within
A mellow glow starts as the rough bowl spins

Sanding and polishing until it's done
Glowing beside the window from the light of the sun
A finish laid to protect the beauty
And so begins a lesson for his cutie

He loves his lady, but she gets on his nerves
She doesn't see the beauty he sees in her curves
She doesn't see the wonderful woman in his eyes
He tells her she's lovely, she keeps showing surprise

The wooden bowl done, he makes a glass case
His loving mind filled with her lovely face
He puts the rough tailing on one shelf inside
And then the lovely bowl goes in behind

He hangs the case on their bedroom wall
A lesson for his lady that he prays never stalls
And then he calls her to their bedroom, puts her on her knees
Tells her he requires her attention now, please

She looks curious as he picks the rough chunk from the shelf
"My darling, this is how you see yourself"
And then hands her the bowl with its beautiful sheen
"But baby, I see the beauty that lies within"

"You're more special to me than diamonds and gold
You're polished to perfection to me, just like this bowl
In my eyes, you've never worked for less than perfection
And I love you, my slave, with all my heart's affection"

"Master," she said, "I think I finally see
It's difficult, but I can maybe even agree
Yes, I've given to you all that I can
I love living my life in your caring hands"

He smiles at his slave, before him knelt
A painless lesson hopefully forever dealt
Then falls to his knees with her, takes her in his arms
Wanting her forever to feel safe from harm

Fifty years later, as she wailed aloud
As they wrapped her master in his shroud
She came home to these things on display
Feeling her lesson as strong as she did that long-ago day

And knowing she'd live out the rest of her time
Knowing she'd served well, they'd done just fine
Simple things, but cherished above all else
As she kisses both items, and puts them back on their shelf

--Patrick H.--
--26th October 2004, A.D.--

The Cruise

2004-10-24T02:27:00.000-05:00

Way way out at the border of subspace
A glowing bonfire guards the gates
She dances before the fire as it lights her pretty face
As lashings on earth go a steady pace

And then the time comes and the fire dies
The girl takes wing and into subspace flies
Her spirit soaring as she happily cries
Her reward for this beating is this delightful prize

She cruises billions of miles per hour
Her soul alight with wondrous power
Looking down on even the highest towers
The air scented like the sweetest flowers

Back on earth, the lash continues to fall
Driven by her master, hard and tall
She's scarcely aware of this down the long long hall
Time is nothing, both at a zoom and a crawl

Then he sets aside the whip and his hands caress
Happy to see his girl cruising and under no stress
Feeling as though he passed a great test
As he patiently waits for her to return to this nest

---PTH---
--- 09 November 2001 ---

The Flogging

2004-10-24T02:23:00.000-05:00

She gazes up at him, their eyes locked in passion
Eager on her knees to accept her Master's lashing
She offers up her wrists, which Master cuffs together
She gazes at his flogger, tightly woven in finest leather

He takes her hands in his and commands she rise
And then gently sets a blindfold over her stunning green eyes
He uses her collar to lead her to the dungeon next door
She quivers in excitement over what lies in store

To St. Andrew's Cross he restrains this special girl
Her skin all atingle in her darkened little world
She cries out, happy, as he drags nails down her spine
"Please lash me, Master," she piteously starts to whine

"No worries, my girl, I most certainly shall."
Then he tickles her skin with the flogger's tails
Lost in sensation, she passionately, excitedly moans
Master feels his own goosebumps hearing her breathy tones

But he's cruelly patient, and continues to tease
She cries with desire, begging him, "Master, please ... "
Then slumps on the cross, ecstasy on her pretty face
She's made the jump from here and now to subspace

Though a bit surprised, her loving Master grins
Then he raises the flogger and her lashing begins
A light two dozen, then a harder two dozen more
After a hundred or so, lashing her full bore

He stops the flogging after about a half-hour
His heart singing in glee at her gift of such power
His hands love the feel of her nicely hot skin
His eyes revel over her erotic grin

He brings her back gently into this world
His love boundless for this most special girl
He releases her from the cross, completely unharmed
Then carries her to bed for lovemaking, tender and warm

--PTH--
--03 April 2001, A.D.--

The Dungeon

2004-10-21T22:28:00.000-05:00

Cold stone walls deep under the manse
Where the sun has never shone
The place where losers go who took a chance
Scared deep into their bones

From the ceiling dangles shackles on chains
To keep the unfortunates in place
Truly, this chamber is a house of pain
Far more of leather than lace

In the corner rests a tiny cage
And legend tells the tale
Of a slave who invoked her master's rage
And spent forty days in that jail

And across the flagstones is a whipping post
Hewn from a timber, rough and stout
Close your eyes and hear a wailing ghost
And know her pain is still about

Onward deeper into this catacomb
Are more items of evil and delight
Go a bit deeper as you roam
Would you like to spend the night?

This ancient dungeon deep into the ground
Oh, what a wonderful find
I wonder what it would cost in dollars or pounds
If it existed outside my mind

--Patrick H.--
--15th August 2003, A.D.--

Ethereal Dungeon

2004-10-21T22:22:00.000-05:00

Ethereal dungeon out on the wires
The bot tells us 'tis lit by torches' fires
Unreal whip slashing the skin of her ghost
Tied securely to an imagined post

Her eyes close tight as she sits at her keys
Feeling his unreal leather on her skin as her blood does freeze
Even unmarked, she suddenly cries aloud
Imaginary endurance, but still she's proud

The whip slashes on her screen again and again
She shudders and cries without a mark on her skin
Closing her eyes as the feels the cuffs' chafe
Bracing herself for more whips' strafes

Finally the text tells her the whipping is done
She sits at her keys, sweaty and stunned
Untied from the post and escorted to bed
As all of these images flash by in her head

The screen tells her he's inside her, fiercely pumping
Somehow each knows the other is really something
Her fingers drift downward in a sweet torturing tease
She types real quickly, begging him please

He types a hurried "YES" pleased he can do with one hand
As ghostly bodies collide in this otherworldly land
Two climaxes erupt from four thousand miles
And nice memories for all logged in Mirc files

Patrick H.
17th August 2002, A.D.

Her Final Collaring

2004-10-20T01:54:00.000-05:00

He stands tall like a soldier, trying to be brave
Eyes blurred with tears reading the stone o'er the grave
Cold chiseled words, the name and dates of his slave

Driving home from a party late one night
A semi loaded with pipes blew a red light
Too badly hurt, her spirit took flight

He was still in his coma when they buried his girl
His precious slave, the center of his world
Around his grief, he helplessly curled

And now, he's here with a duty to do
As the sky's gone black and the stars shine blue
His emotions are boiling in a sickening stew

He has brought some things to do his chores
A shovel and a pick and a few things more
Needing to dispense with the pain at his soul's very core

He begins to dig to the depth of six feet
A ceremony to make some things complete
Even under the moonlight, sweating in the heat

After two hours the coffin appears
He covers it wetly in the rain of his tears
God, how he loves her still, so sweet and dear

He climbs from the hole and falls to his knees
A prayer that his girl will look down and see
And that when he leaves tonight, at peace they'll both be

He drops back into her grave with a little black bag
It contains her collar and an engraved silver tag
Carefully polished with a soft little rag

He opens the lid and the gritty hinges groan
His heart as heavy as granite stone
Weary with grief right to his bones

The light shines inside her box as she eternally sleeps
His sadness doubles and then trebles, running terribly deep
Staggered in grief, her master helplessly weeps

Then around her neck, her collar is placed
His eyes sadly seeing her so pretty face
Then he binds her hands in silken lace

He closes the lid, climbs out, and starts refilling the grave
Heart screaming she, not he, should have been saved
Without her, his death is all he can crave

But he must live his life to honor his slave
Whole new volumes of how to be brave
She'd want him neither dead nor in a hermit's cave

Finally, the saddest chore of his life is done
As the eastern sky lightens with the approaching sun
Her final collaring ceremony has been witnessed by none

He staggers to his car and sadly drives
His mind full of his gone slave as to home he arrives
How do I live, he agonizes, much less be alive?

He showers then falls into his widower's bed
Grief for his lost slave filling his head
All happiness he once had ruthlessly bled

In this world, he would have to stay
Taking life as it hit him day by day
Missing her forever till he died, old and grey

--Patrick H.--
--31 July 2001, A.D.--

Flogging and Thunder

2004-10-20T01:07:00.000-05:00

Cracking whip and cracking thunder
A show for one and all
Subbie and space and dazzling wonder
Filling the couple with unutterable awe

Rain pelts the roof in a tremendous roar
As she screams in delighted passion
Delicious pain searing her to her very core
Her Master keeps to the lashing

The whip whistles through the electric air
Hissing like a snake under this storm
Striking her shoulders, goosebumped and bare
With desire freshly reborn

She writhes sensuously in her bonds, heated from deep within
Swaying to sweet music that only she can hear
Flying somewhere, not caring where she is or has been
Soaring in ecstasy and no fear

Under the thunder back in this world
The lashing simply continues
The master flogging his spacey girl
In this most powerful stormy venue

Patrick H.
18th July 2002, A.D.

The Death of Trust

2004-10-17T18:24:00.000-05:00

Trust and jealousy
Like oil and water
Words slung in fury
As tempers grow hotter

One completely innocent
But facing unfair blame
Finally walking away
Tired of the flames

And the other sitting stunned
At the call of a bluff
Now sitting shamed
Not feeling so tough

Learning ultimata
Don't abide in hearts
Going away sadly
For the first time apart

Too late for sorry
The lessons learned
But forever from here
The bridges burned

Jealousy, all green-eyed
Wrecked love and trust
A certain sure thing
For it always must

And now apart
Each tries to rebuild
With someone new
What between them was killed

For the trust they'd had
Is forever lost
And what they'd built
Is the awful cost

Patrick H
10th July, 2003, A.D.

Girl in Trouble

2004-10-17T18:16:00.000-05:00

Crimson welts weeping
Marking ivory smooth skin
Pain overtaking and creeping
Expunging the girl's sin

Master with a cat in hand
The sentence pretty proud
Searing the girl like a brand
As her screams echo loud

Tied tightly to the post
Scarcely able to blink her eyes
Unable to bluster and boast
The pain a nasty surprise

Finally one hundred lashes are laid
On what was moments ago, skin so fair
An awful price this girl just paid
But it's paid in full, her master declares

And from the post she is now released
And to bed she's allowed to go
Walking painfully, shoulders whip-creased
But consequences she now knows

Still tear-streaked and in pain
She falls weakly into bed
Soaking her pillow in salty rain
As sleep slowly claims her head

Patrick H.
27th November, 2003, A.D.

Crossroads

2004-10-17T18:10:00.000-05:00

Epiphany arrives at the strangest time
Sometimes ridiculous, sometimes sublime
She sits alone, eyes opened wide
The paradigms shifted, and now she must decide

Before her eyes, a crossroads has appeared
Both paths are desired, both paths feared
Does she take the straight path, the one well worn
Or the path of submission, to which she feels born

To take a Master, to guide her life
A strong man who will disperse all strife
Or to choose free will on the straight road
The expected path, to carry her own load

It's her free will to choose either way
She wants to decide right here, today
And make this decision her lifelong choice
Her heart hears a beckoning Master's voice

A Master she's not even met, except in her heart
A Master she desires, from whom she'd never part
A Master who would be her life's guiding light
A Master who would love her with all his might

Thinking this, she knows nothing is left to decide
The decision is long past, she's just along for the ride
More than her life, she wants this Master of her dreams
Thinking on it now, it was forever, or so it seems

Calm and peaceful now, she silently considers all
Submitting to this Master, dark and tall
Then from out of the blue comes a knock at her door
She somehow knows it's him as she crosses the floor

Glancing through the peephole, she is awed by fate
Here is her Master, she no longer must wait
She opens the door to him, and gets lost in his eyes
And he's lost in hers, she notes with no surprise

For years, she's been on this road, never looking back
Her Master walks before her, and she follows in his tracks
She's pleased with her collar, leather and black
She's even pleased when she feels his whip's crack

--Patrick H.--
--04 December 2000--

Supplication

2004-10-12T13:05:00.000-05:00

She kneels before her master
Presents the whip in her hands
She begs him to correct her
She gives her fate up to her man

He takes the whip she offers
As she casts her face to the floor
She slips her robe to bare herself
Awaiting what lies in store

He stands behind her, to the side
She feels herself get colder
Then he rears back with the whip
Lays a welt across her shoulders

It takes forever in her heart
As he lashes 'cross her back
She grinds her teeth in her gag
As her ears ring with the cracks

Finally, his decree is fulfilled
He sets the whip aside
Kneels and takes her in his arms
Her tears she cannot hide

When her tears are said and done
He ties her hands behind her back
He tells her she's proven herself
But there's one special thing she lacks

And then he gets a piece of steel
And he heats it over a fire
And turns to face his sweet slave
With this glowing wire

And then he kneels before her
As she sweats despite the cold
And writes his initials 'tween her breasts
As her mind tries to keep hold

Then tells her she now wears his mark
She's his property, proudly owned
He kisses her long and gently
She feels his love down to her bones

Patrick H.
12th October 2004, A.D.

Release

2004-10-07T04:09:00.000-05:00

She kneels before her master
A dozen roses in her hand
A simple silent token
Of loving her special man

"Happy Birthday, Master,"
She says with shiny eyes
"I know my being here today
Is probably no surprise"

She lays the flowers before him
As memories flood her heart
God, how awful it has been
This time they were apart

"Master, it's been far too long
Since you held me in your arms
I can't tell you when the last time was
I felt safe from any harm

I know these things are not your fault
That you didn't choose this way
And maybe I'm being selfish
To ask freedom on this day

But I can't wait here any more
Five years is far too long
I've learned to stand on my own two feet
I've finally gotten strong

But know I'll always love you
And your love is never alone"
Then she leaned toward the granite
And kissed his name graven in the stone

Patrick H.
28 Sept. 2004, A.D.

A Lonesome Girl

2004-10-05T01:15:00.000-05:00

A LONESOME GIRL

Alone in the dark, fitfully chasing sleep
The pain too great for the girl even to weep
Lying on freshly cold sheets in disbelief
Coping in vain with greatest grief

For her, her master was all he could be
Loving him forever, being with him, was all she could see
But Fate, cruel fate, took him tonight
Oh dear God, she prays, this just isn't right

Her rump still aches with her life's last welts
And that soaring cruise to subspace she only yesterday felt
And now he's gone, his life senselessly ended
His body too damaged to ever be mended

And gone back to God after but thirty years
Leaving her alone with her grief and fears
Too young to be widowed, only twenty-five
And learning the curse of being alive

Exhaustion claims her and she slumbers, confused
As she feels his hands on her butt that he bruised
"Baby, I'm gone," she hears, "but I'll never be far"
Then she sees a vision of a bright blue star

"That's my new home, and I'll be watching you every day
"Till you come up there yourself, after you're old and grey
"But baby, don't live your life for my ghost
"Honor me, sugar, live to your utmost"

"Go from here, you'll always have my love
"I'll always be watching and smiling from above
"Bad things happen, things we can't control or will
"And even tho I'm gone, I love you still"

"Master," she says, "I don't know that I can survive
"Without you here with me, without you alive
"We built a life full of joy and wonder
"And now it's suddenly torn asunder"

"Please let me come home, let me serve you on your star"
Please, I beg you, don't go so far"
And in her dreams, she feels her agony and cries
"Master, I can't make it without you, and that's no lie"

"Baby, I miss you, but live on you must
"I know it feels unfair, but life isn't just
"I promise you I love you, and I'll always be near
"Trust in my love, baby, and never fear"

"Just to prove my love, I have a task for you
"Something in the morning for you to do
"One last assignment for me to give
"But one thing that will prove that my love for you lives"

"Baby, go to my car, where my body was torn
"Go first thing in the morn
"When you get there, look on the passenger seat
"You'll see what's there, and know my love is complete"

"Yes, Master" she said, starting to weep
"Shhh, baby. Now go to sleep."
And sleep she did, till the stroke of seven
Dreaming peacefully of Master and Heaven

Then went to the place where they'd taken his car
When he'd left this life for his faraway star
And felt his love, its awesome power
Seeing a crystal vase he'd gotten her, and twelve red flowers

--- Patrick H. ---
--- 14th July, 2002, A.D. ---