Get It Right

 Rose

it always begins

with red

the cheeks

the lips

the flesh

Amber

when our flow together

solidifies

hard

intense

as if the sun

shone at midnight

Leather

when our hides hold

the salt and sweat

of each other

tied up

and tied down

to

and by

one another

Smoke

fire always leaves a trace

an essence

of our burning

that flies

even as we breath it in

So get the words right

to call your Goddess

It's not

"Yes, Dear"

it's 

"Yes, Master"

April 3, 2022

Tressa Lee Breen

Day 3

National Global Poetry Writing Month 2022