– ChainLink –
Stop!
Move away from me,
and come no closer
to my sense of mind and body.
I will hear no more of this ludicrous proposition;
That I should be an active companion
to your lack of sense and safety.
I refuse for you to use me;
I am not your weekend whore.
I refuse to let you hold me within these chains
that you have forged to define my history.
I have moved beyond the bindings
of those who seek to make of me
such a casual commodity.
I have broken free from those rogues
who would make a common currency
of my most sacred sexuality.
I desire the security
of what little my self esteem
can purchase in its own reserve.
I deserve what dignity that time spent
in genuine love may have to offer me.
And all the rage I feel,
when thinking of that stolen kiss,
that touch unsolicited,
revives in me a will to thrive
that I know was always there.