We're kindred, though we don't know each other. Sacred family, olympic lovers, flesh and blood forsaking all others. But a blink back, you were my owner. Slash of whip on bare back, faithless father, cruel controller. I belong to you. Work your fields. Nurse your wounds. Love you to death, but even then, it won't be over. Now and then, skin to skin, we're kindred. ©2024 | K.F. Hartless


Today’s Prompt: Without consulting the book – a poem that recounts the plot, or some portion of the plot, of a novel that you remember having liked but that you haven’t read in a long time.





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