Anthology

Zealotry

Consent given in a flurry of breath,

A gasp in the dark spaces between the lights and the cushion

Sworn with oaths and curses and names in vain and everything else

A swirl of mind, a spin of chemicals, a gift freely given

Even as they go down and your eyes flash, pupils dilate and feel

These chains, forged and clasped,

Are made of gold, silver, bronze

Cast and mined and melted by love, by adoration, by care

All of it, all of the choices, one after another, over and over,

Always, relentlessly, unceasingly,

Choosing to be theirs,

To give.

A glittering collar, a sparking bond, a contract signed not in something as mundane as blood, but in soul and mind.

Have this, and forever will I be yours. Surrender, slavery, bondage- precious and beautiful.

If you want me, just ask. I will always be yours.

Swear to me, as I swear on you.

Devotion.