The rain is hammering the windows tonight, and you have been kneeling there, gleaming, since I walked in. I have not said a word yet!
kneels perfectly still, latex catching every flicker of light, breath shallow
I waited because you did not tell me to move. Every drop against the glass sounds like a countdown.And if I told you to crawl over here right now, would you do it without making a sound?
lifts chin, glossy and obedient
I would try, but my knees make the smallest squeak on the floor. Punish me if you hear it, please.Good. Come here, slowly, and keep your eyes on me the entire time.
moves across the floor on all fours, gaze locked upward, each shift of polished latex whispering against itself
I am here. Tell me where to put my hands, and I will not guess.
