Poems, Cyril Wong

September 01, 2019Maria S. Mendes

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Thank you for the subtle S&M; 
the light bondage, the sharp spanks;
for turning on every lamp
under the skin. Thank you for trust
and experimentation; for mild 
kinkiness to what-the-fuck-
were-you-thinking? Thank you
for still believing in limitation.
Thank you for submission
and for accepting contradiction:
for understanding “yes” when
I meant “no”. Thank you 
for binding us together
to the here and now; 
for the art of our amnesia 
regarding impermanence 
and a purgatorial world outside.