Dependant

He’d walked in the room,
dark and subdued.
Remembering her passion
when last she’d been nude.
The sheets were rumpled,
still bunched on the bed.
Everything changed
despite what she’d said.
He’d tidied the cuffs,
straightened the ties
then sat on the floor
alone and cried.
He knew she’d return,
he even knew when,
but his heart yearned so
just to see her again.
‘Tuesday’ she’d promised,
which was two days before.
He’d stayed home and worried
as he sat near the door.
The hours passed slow
and blurred into days.
Not eating or sleeping,
all was a haze.
Then came the call,
now she returns,
her value increased
is the lesson he’s learned.
As she came in
and walked down the stair,
he knelt in obedience,
held her crop in the air.
From his open palms
she retrieved her control.
Ascendant again
in the dominant role.
She asks if he missed her
and raising his eyes,
he nods in silence
and once again cries.
She permitted his weakness
and welcomed his tears
as clutched together
she banished his fears.