Master/Slave

she keeps a tenebrous guise

deep down inside

resides a heart, a size twice as big as her fist

and when stated, she denounces this

quite the pessimist

beautiful yet vociferous

I love her

even though she doesn't know me

opined clearly

love is not a job, a task, a position

i can see why its not in her job description

the catch twenty two is that love is hard work

given the travails of journeys, past

this love lacks the perseverance to last

i am calloused

mediastinal abyss

schlimazel to my finger and toe tips

yet tactile

i didn't know

until you left

i loved your smile

schmaltzy taste

and servile

I'll do anything for you

be your shoulder to cry on

can you lean on a peon

can i be your crutch like that dutch

or cocaine line

hypodermic needles and heroine

cognac and bottles of wine

or am i just an indentured placebo

johnson and johnson's blow

no slave to this addiction

a feeble attempt to obfuscate your affliction

you love me

you miss me

you care for me

you need me

... love petition: [insert name here] collection of fictions