if i could control your Heart
(which i can't; other's, yes; yours, no)
i'd ask you, not force you, to give me what i want

for my greatest pleasure would come from
you simply blindly handing me
        everything
                  you hold dear

of course, i'd want you to suffer as you do
(i'd want you to scream for no one to hear:
                          a silent, pathetic thing, crawling out of your
                          straining throat)
                                             struggle, as you do,

while having no choice.
                                                 [ a war between heart and mind! ]

but, after that initial brawl
kneeling, bent as a nail hit upon
by a hammer at the wrongest angle
the palms of your Large Hands would face the sky

                  and you'd deliver.