[Dominate]

I told her right at the start – I couldn’t do love if I tried.
We’d have fun for a time, but then there’d be others after her.
A odd kind of bachelor, I was what she’d been hunting to find.
She was younger - an amateur. Beauty unassuming and modest.
I’d been a long time in a dark place. Her touch drew me from it.
She whispered her desire. At first, so tentative and awed.
I brought her fantasies to life. She reveled in my charms.
And in the elementary warmth of a glowing lamp, holding hands
I felt the flicker of possibility… Of hope… Of chance…
But long nights turned to long days, and days became weeks.
She began to rub me the wrong way. I grew impatient to leave.
She wanted more from me. Inevitably, they all did.
She asked and she asked, searching for words I wouldn’t find fault with.
But solitude was my constant. And the bottom of a bottle.
It was time for our story’s third act. The argument was awful.
She couldn’t understand. And as she grasped for an answer
Tearfully she marvelled at my detached, dispassionate manner -


“I wish I was like you.”


“I wish I was like you.” - I’ll never forget how she uttered the line.
Sullen. Resigned. While her eyes accused me of cowardice.
I never felt so acutely as powerless as when that chaos flooded my mind.
It was sudden and violent. She never struggled or cried.
I hit her with a terrible force - never before had I summoned its kind.
In a thunderous silence, her body thrashed and shuddered and writhed,
twisting like a grotesque contortionist in the midst of a stuttering light.
It was… a metamorphosis. A second coming of life.
Mortal to indentured sorceress… No more telling her she wasn’t my type.
And as our physical forms dissolved I saw the horror erupt in her eyes.
And the vessel I was bound to sputtered and sucked us inside.
And she raged and she howled and screamed curses up to the skies,
til her voice grew raw and rasping and she said that she wanted to die.
But I couldn’t indulge a death wish, or grant her another besides,
and like I told her right at the start – I couldn’t do love if I tried.
So we exist in uncomfortable silence, passing nothing but time.
Ethereal, our fates entwined. Waiting for someone to find.
It could have been another. I lose days to wondering why -
of all the Djinn joints in all the world, she had to come into mine.