These are poems written from the more devious, and deviant, sides of love.
I believe that everyone who reads them, will admittedly, or not, find pieces of themselves, within them.
Modern psychobabble calls this kind of love, “dysfunctional”. I call this kind of love, authentic, as in it’s pain and it’s glory, we reveal who we really are.
I have tried to put them not in order of when they were written, but, rather, in the order of experiences,
peeling away the layers, revealing more and more of the true, authentic self, in each piece of work.
It is a process, of learning from the paths that were taken, and who we took them with, and in this learning, we gain understanding in how we came to be the way we are. We are privy to being able to view, uncensored, how a woman became a submissive, subserviant lover, of men that would dominate her, never finding herself complete, and feeling somehow “empty”, without the dominant lover in her life. She would wait, between relationships, for long periods if need be, until the dominator would appear to her again. Her journeys with each, long and arduous, and moving herself through these painful couplings, toward her Holy Grail: The one that would take away her will completely, own, entrap and enslave her, so that finally, in the end of things, everything would match, everything would fit, as she enters into the final, ultimate deviant love of all. Knowing that all that came before him, even those who violated her as a child, were simply training ground, for what was to come. So intense is her yearning for her Dominator, the final one, she doesn’t give one whit what “everybody else thinks”. She is consumed by him, and under his training, finally finds completeness by becoming his most sacred of all submissives, by having the inner-makeup of what he most desires, already implanted within her, as you will see happening piece by piece, the final poem telling all, and revealing the consummation of the Dominant and the Submissive, as they find their completeness, in what is considered to be “most deviant”, by most people.
paganianwords said,
May 7, 2008 at 3:54 am
The series of poems will be added as I can, my goal is to add one daily, but if I fail, know that I will complete them as soon as possible.
I have now also found myself needing to essay some life-experiences, that I’d not thought about in a very long time, but came back to the surface of my consciousness when I started posting the poems.
Recent experiences, also, have fought for attention alongside the past, so who am I , to ignore them. They too, are being revealed. Enter at one’s own risk.