NAPoWriMo Day #5

Nikki

You came again last night

Snuck in while I was juggling dreams

pulled me to my feet and stripped me down

beyond the bare essentials, fucked me

in my living room like the banshee you are

I wonder how my neighbors felt about it

You really worked me over this time, the 

yearning resonating through my heavy tongue

my safe words ricocheting off the cavity 

of my brain, the agony of defeat preferred 

over the blue welts of memory you 

coaxed to the surface with every, little, word

you assume too much. I swear that

I am no longer yours.

And I wonder how you feel about it

these bitter pieces of me, all wound and weak 

and beautiful, have unravelled, have sought 

sanctity in the hands of the less than divine

and what can I say, you were not there to frame me

However, I know how I feel about it.

You are back now. Walked in like you owned 
my space, smelling of someone else's success 
yet you demanded an obedience that historically 
I was quick to give. Today, I have one condition: 

Next time, you will bring the whip.

*** This poem is what happened when I gave poetry a name. Read the prompt here.