Complete Control

Made my bed.

Tied to it.

You know I don’t mind,

never tried to resist.

Twist my knuckles back

behind my head.

Watch the golden hour fade

to a red sun set.

Undisciplined skin

stuck on hold;

wouldn’t it be good

to give someone

complete control?

It’d feel so fine I bet,

a formal arrangement.

Led from under covers

far from indolence.

Hand over hand,

passing the reins;

what I wouldn’t give

to stop worrying

about my path

and all the trials ahead?

Left to my own devices

I barely know where to begin.

I just keep laying here for hours,

reaching for her lips.

Dreaming of a world without ambition,

 leaving skin on skin.

Nothing to lose,

and never to fear

people moving past

and leaving me there

to rot.

It’d be so much easier

with her around to call me out,

drag me by the collar

to the here and now.

Undisciplined skin

stuck on hold,

waiting for her

to finally take

complete control.

Hand over hand,

steadily up.

Colour returns

with a quickened pulse,

up and over and out of this rut.