I am thy fool in the morning, thou art my slave in the night.
Paul Dunbar ~ Paradox
Though you outrank, I outwit and enact the dayglo birdbrain beauty by jest, by gesture by command an unbidden entertainer wound like a top, I teeter and pirouette jibing with a wicked play on words by appointment to amuse squeezed betwixt matters of status and state and that aristocratic Alcázar in the air by servility I'm levelling the ground by devious pricks at pride, by turning cartwheels on these SM machinations. Come the night, come clawing at the door on bended knee to peer at the lock-shaped shaft and staging it all, I'll disrobe for the uncertain voyeur the undisputed guest puzzling the password wondering how it is that you walk celestial spheres yet the draw of the moon pulls down and down to these dirty, rumpled, reclusive sheets By day you hold me in a vice, to promises unsaid. Dreaming, I am bound to surrender your will. - Which of us then, has cast the last spell?
Taking ‘paradox’ as literary device, I’ve chosen the Dunbar line to set the tone of this poem for my Poetics prompt: Beyond Meaning or The Resolution of Opposites
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