Standing like a sentinel
waiting to serve when demanded
you my sometimes-slave by choice
cruel me, to let you down, to slip away
unseen
However, my conscience is stirred
it’s true that I didn’t ask you to do this
still, you do it and I feel my guilt
it makes me think: Who owns whom?
By doing this you make me owe you
I don’t want to, but that’s the truth
slaves may hold leashes on owners
tugging at yours I realize that you hold
mine
tightening it you turn the tables
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