Galatea

(My First Vilanelle, September 2013)

I am a pure creation of your will
Engraved in lineaments of love and pain
I wait for you, obedient and still.

I never dreamed surrender's joy until
Your chisel stripped me bare and made it plain
I am a pure creation of your will.


Your breath is life; your anger brings a chill
That freezes me to marble once again.
I wait for you, obedient and still.


Your wild designs on pliant flesh fulfill
Unspoken needs. Your fantasies sustain.
I am a pure creation of your will.


With alchemy of lust, your arts distill
The essence of devotion, as you train
My soul to wait, obedient and still.


You kindle me and endless pleasures spill
Through all the limbs your clever bonds restrain.
I am a pure creation of your will.
I wait for you, obedient and still.

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