I will climb your back
until you collapse, Master,
unhooked you have no chance
to escape. Suspended like a confused
condor, your circles create
earth quakes. when you choose
to plunge, my heart discharges
an army of tin soldiers
with open legs.
What holds you high
will bring me
to my knees,
swallowing your love
or my release.
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