s fine. I'm fine. Everything is fine,
as the world is on fire. The plates
are spinning spinning and you have
your eye on every one of them. You are
teacher, worker, mother, wife, carer.
Everything to everyone. Your to do list
has simply one entry: all of it. And it's fine.
I'm fine. The world is on fire, the plates spin.
Nothing burns, nothing smashes to the ground.
Except me. Secretly. Quietly. Inside,
where no one can see. All it would take
would be a single string between Him
and me. A tether. I have you. I see you.
Come. Crawl. Be free of this for a moment.
Breathe, and let me flush you clean
with pleasure and pain. Let me be the port
in your storm. Let me praise you, care
for you. Treat you, here, in this space,
not as the person who carries it all, but
as the person who can be carried. Who can
lean on strength instead of being strength.
But there is no string. No tether. No Dom.