Yes Mistress Poem by Marcus McKinley

When I hold you in my arms I am alone
Cryogenic emissions of emotion silent
Crystallizes plasma to the marrow of bone
Like obsidian ceased in mid decent
ILL i have done not to you sequent
Yet apart the flame eternal licks my soul
Amid tethered limbs entwined stand whole

I cannot induce to gnaw and free
In an arctic geole devotion is kept
Concealed hindsight free will my decree
A torturous bond these dry tears wept
Ceaselessly searching this soul I crept
Irresistibly drawn to thee
Only your pleasure can release me