" Possession "
c.99, Miriam M. WynnDo not speak to me of
Possession, like obsession,
Where you only prove to me, your lover,
Your selfish need.Do not promise me
Your shackles and chains,
Where you wave before my eyes
A golden key;
I do not answer to threats.Do not speak to me of possession:
Your listed obsession overwhelms me.Speak to me instead of
Claims,
Of jurisdictions and earthy laws,
Your surveying hands upon
My open flesh;Speak to me of violence;
Police these wayward hills;
Speak to me of ownership–Forget your words,
Quiet them!
And silently
Prove your meaning to me–Stop with all your talk,
And reach out instead for your bounty,
For me;
Clutch against my foundational bones
And make them shake under your
Storms.Grip me with your passion,
And bodypaint me with your colors;
Clothe me in your livery,
And cause me to fly your flags;
Breathe hot into my mouth
The wine that you grow on your vineyards,
Make me sweat the rains that saturate your valleys,
And squeeze your ripe and bursting crops from me,
With absolutely no remorse.I'll choke on your plunging
Thumbs and fingertips,
Which mark all your various boundaries;
I'll bite whatever parts of your own
Lands that I can reach;I'll push you from me in denial,
While you stamp your seal upon my
Breast;
While you prove silently to me
Those noble and tortured promises
You've made–Do not speak to me about possession,
But show me what you mean instead;
Stop talking and overwhelm me,
I'm tired of your promises;Quiet your words!
Rather, instead inflict me with your desire,
Place your flags and pen your lines–In silence, hungry silence,
Possess me with your need.