"jagged" -- part of a poem by Raven_Tiger
For perhaps six months, I have been friends with the wonderful Raven_Tiger, another subbie here on LJ. Yesterday she posted five short poems she entering in some sort of LJ competition.
Well, I was so taken by three short lines in one of them. They are almost haiku in their simplicity --
I kneel before you, all masks have
been torn off; you have seen
me exposed in ways I never have.
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I asked, in commenting on her work, whether I might post them here. She agreed and mentioned they were inspired by her first mistress, Kim. I wrote back again, wanting "Rabbit" (her subbie name -- some distance from her two symbol-animals, and so evocative in its capturing the submissive spirit) to be at ease with what I was thinking of writing.
We spoke of my post ten days ago, My First Domme, which she recalled reading back then. (It had prompted a vivid exchange of comments, which took me a lot deeper into what had ben a brief rendering of a confusing erotic experience over a decade ago.)
I know I come off as a dilettante on some broader questions of masochism, even seeming to toy with issues others have made hallmarks of their lives.
My LJ friend, though, indulged me, accepting my still evolving thoughts, calmly suggesting the woman who had boldly humbled me HAD been not unreasonable, in her terms. I was able finally to see and accept that. And my friend "Rabbit" accepted me wanting to put her delicate thoughts -- a succinct 20 words -- into my own context. That is wonderful friendship.
Well, I was so taken by three short lines in one of them. They are almost haiku in their simplicity --
I kneel before you, all masks have
been torn off; you have seen
me exposed in ways I never have.
*************
I asked, in commenting on her work, whether I might post them here. She agreed and mentioned they were inspired by her first mistress, Kim. I wrote back again, wanting "Rabbit" (her subbie name -- some distance from her two symbol-animals, and so evocative in its capturing the submissive spirit) to be at ease with what I was thinking of writing.
We spoke of my post ten days ago, My First Domme, which she recalled reading back then. (It had prompted a vivid exchange of comments, which took me a lot deeper into what had ben a brief rendering of a confusing erotic experience over a decade ago.)
I know I come off as a dilettante on some broader questions of masochism, even seeming to toy with issues others have made hallmarks of their lives.
My LJ friend, though, indulged me, accepting my still evolving thoughts, calmly suggesting the woman who had boldly humbled me HAD been not unreasonable, in her terms. I was able finally to see and accept that. And my friend "Rabbit" accepted me wanting to put her delicate thoughts -- a succinct 20 words -- into my own context. That is wonderful friendship.