Like A Bullet To The Back Of A Sparrow's Head

Her gentle form falls from the jutting branch
My pup advances, an extension of myself
splitting bullrushes with an unerring nose
His clenched and weathered teeth conspire
to return her to my feet.

She could not fly on her own, and so
My pistol aimed, she fell within my sights
while examing possible avenues of escape
Looking confused on her branch, no power for ascent
The conventional winds too weak

Now, her eyes are open, she is tousled but alive
a fledgling lass, her clothing torn

My love has impact
Like a bullet to the back of a sparrow's head
It breaks the silence of the morn

'And yet I am not dead' she says.
No, disheveled but aware, with dandelions applauding her
from their places around her head, knowing she
Bore all the brunt, despite her tiny size

"I am yours," she says.

And like a bullet to the back of a sparrow's head
She flies.

- FS

Disclaimer: I haven't written poetry in fifteen years and know absolutely nothing about structure and metre. Your mileage may vary.

Very well done sir

Thanks for taking the time to say so. It's very difficult to put into words the idea that a submissive's ability to absorb the bruising emotional and physical impact of a Dom's attention is actually a unique and special talent- and that a Dom's attention can actually enable the submissive, alleviate confusion and enable that submissive to fly.

Imagine the meeting between a Dom who has only had lovers lacking the qualities needed to thrive against the force of his/her affection, and a sub who has been struggling with relationships that did nothing to fulfill her and explore his/her desire to serve. That destined meeting would be like fireworks going off- it might even happen on a site like this.

I love that idea.

- FS