The brat has a whip; she’s beating the pup. My love is screaming but nothing is coming out. I stand in front of your sheepish gaze. “Hey, look, I love you. That I can’t take back. But if you take one more jab at me, I’ll string you up by your own ideals of equality. A movement of inclusiveness that excludes any voice outside of the diction that pleases them most, is just another form of communism. Your shit sounds just as dangerous as organized religion to me. I don’t give a fuck what you believe. Get your hands out of my guts. This shame doesn’t belong to me. It’s yours, baby! Own it! Then watch how easily is dissipates. Poof! Freedom of the individual soul, no darling, its not ego, it’s the lack of self-control. You’ve lost your damn mind defending someone else’s story. What don’t you pick up a fucking pen and write your own. You’re lazy! It doesn’t take any energy at all to instill violence. Why don’t you get of your fucking ass when you shout, just for a change of pace? Grab your board. Come find me! Lets skate. You know that you want to. Fuck woman, I know that you know! Stop fucking dreaming of me! You’re driving me crazy. I’m not moving until you are hands on. I’m not leaving you to rot in the filth of vaccinated corpses, that can’t get swept off the streets quick enough. Get the fuck out of that town! Remind yourself, little rebel. You’ve got a dark side too. You’ve got the hot’s for the skater boy on the other side of the country. You aren’t invested in the material world the way you’ve deceived yourself into being. Stardust, baby! You are multidimensional! You are so brave! Remember, I’ve forgotten, what was the last thing that you said to me? Do you replay it, over and over and over again? Are you sick of this repetitive shit yet? Come on! I’ll do all your dishes. I’ll fall asleep. I’ll dream. I’ll walk away when you drop your defenses.” She whips my neck. The hot black leather stings. I whimper. When she asks me to repeat myself, I wink. I smile. I never smile. “That shit was for you. My attempts at shaking you awake. Wake up! I have chosen you. Manifestation requires movement, your majesty.” I bow. I take off my shirt and get on my knees. “Please tell me that’s not all you got. Please tell me this isn’t the end. Humor me. Laughter is comforting. I like smiling for you.” She walks behind me and wraps her whip around my neck. I’m suffocating. I lose my voice; hers comforts me. I’m never alone. “I didn’t want to scare you. The last thing I wanted to do was lose your presence completely. You were sitting on the bottom step. My gut was screaming childishly. It wanted me to sit one step up and wrap my thighs around you. I wanted to tell you that I was falling in love. But you are the air, boy. Intoxicating at first inhalation, but what happens when you get taken away! I couldn’t breathe once before. It was almost the end. I tried to capture the moment. But I became submissive instead. I tried to let you kill me. But I couldn’t face the thought of death. I refused vaccinations. But they made a fool of me. I was so ashamed, Sage. I couldn’t think outside of their opinions of me. I let them take everything. They took every inhalation. I forget that breathing was the whole fucking point. I didn’t trust you! Who are you calling a brat, buster? I am the fucking love of your life. And you know it. I know you know this. I dream too. Universal justice shall take revenge. I will take your breath away. Don’t move.” I stay completely still. I don’t put up a fight. I’m dream of a Capricorn under Leo’s moon. “I try not to be so charming, if it makes you feel any less terrified to open your heart to me. I can’t help who I am. The wolves crave blood. Doesn’t make them any less appealing.” I howl under a full moon in the middle of the woods. “But this sly smile is genuine. I have no desire to deceive. Waste of fucking energy. I’d rather please whom I love. I’d rather protect the hearts given to me. Learning you is my only motive. Play chess with me! You’re remembering your own moves through space and time. You are thinking in a linear mind frame. That’s nonsense! And you know it. You know exactly what this moment is. Move! Sit behind me and put your hands over my eyes. “Guess who?” I spin around. The mountains are painting the windowpane over the sink. You are smiling. I giggle. “Distract me one more time, babe, and I’ll make you do dishes.” You back away and pout. You’re certain I’ll follow. I do. “Where were we? Ah, yes, you had three limbs stretched with hemp rope, and I was deciding what to do with the forth. I want your mouth, your voice muted by desire’s total disregard for the definition of love, your body is shaking furiously from the lack of control. I want everything. I want the puppy and the fire and snow. I want your smile, every fucking morning, every night. I want your story. I want to write it out over your naked skin. I want laughter. I want dancing. I want your eyes; the world will cease to exist. Tell me a secret. Make me cry.” I am your gift. “We wrote a story by the river. It was written by your hand, that I come down for you. So here I am. What are you going to do with me?”