You prefer me bound and gagged by your bed
where women should be
where they belong
Wrist against wrist, knees on the floor
You are content with the sight of me
The utter silence of me
Like a child who puts blocks into holes
You’ve pegged me good, you’ve pegged me whole
But the me in your head
and the me in the air
is the difference between sparrows and dragons
and you, little boy, are no fucking knight
Where is your sword blessed by the gods?
Where is your armor against my fire?
Covered in confidence you strut to my cave
Come in, I beckon
I’m coming, you say.