A foolish girl

who asked for

halter and bridle.

Eager to be claimed

Too soon for anyone’s good.



Quickly I found the harness

Entrapping.

Fully the symbol of Taurus,

A temper when provoked.

Found the rough grabbing on of my horns

an irritation.



Shook you off in annoyance

Snorting and backing away.

Chastened by the whip of your ire

Goaded to anger at the continued falling lashes

demanding complete obedience

and placid acceptance

to you.



I am no beast of burden

for your whims

or to carry your insecurities.



Spit the bit from my mouth

I ask for the bridle off

to find more sharp whipping

soothed by gentle warm hands.



No.

The bridle or nothing is your price.

Hitched to your side

otherwise -

turned out of friendly thorny pastures.



My pride, my skin burns in shame.

I want your hands on me

but flinch from the shadow of threat.



My horns are still mine.

I am still a beast of my own will.

I want not your whip

Only your hands

but

if I have one

the other is not far behind.