In the Wake of Empires
I anticipate
the marching campaigns
of your fingertips,
the mapping of vexed trails
to be conquered
those relentless, lawless, crusades
over every sensitive summit.
You've built empires
over my every nerve
and toppled each
with gratifying urgency.
Ah! My Lover,
my one man Dynasty
the way you command my passion
and possess the whole of my flesh
in the palm of your hand
is a vanquishing to be relished...
I'll never surrender.
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