Rope

I tie him with a rope, to me.
With hands to the bed. Connected.

Now the wounding really starts. With 
care I gag the mouth, blind 

the eyes. Entitled, ready, I start 
to undress. The edge, the inside.
Completely upset he asks 
for a cure. But I weigh too heavy on him,

I am burning. I am the upperhand, 
I am to the teeth.
Reconciled, I declare:
war, my love. Existence.