Control

A fickle fawn

Delicate… Delightful… Daring…

Too tight and I’ll break it,

The harder it is,

The more fragile it is.

Too loose,

And you don’t have it any more,

It’s only a blurred line

Like a dissolving illusion

In a desert.

Control,

Can be caring,

Can be scary,

Can be subtle as the air you breathe

And you need

To live.

Control,

In yours I feel loved.

Control,

I crave.

Control,

Over my soul,

My body,

My heart,

My mind,

I present to you on a platter,

Control,

For you to take.

And then,

I wait.