The Rack

All my life have I waited
for this evening
when we could be done
with our shifts
I lay out my toys
you ask me if you should undress
Duh- how else may I see
your marks?
how else may I see
the results of my labor?
clothing has no place
other than folded
lain to the side
when you
are at
my mercy

©Owl 2002

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