Ill Starred

A Cautionary Tale

Our relationship is flawed
and fraught, not at all one
of equals in perfect accord
and sweet harmony.  He has
the presentation of an angelic
countenance, the temper of a
demon.  Other women swoon
on beholding him and long
to indeed, to hold him fast.
Little can they know the
tyrant that he is, coercive,
demanding, brutal in response
when I fail to please him.
Ours is that classic, the
master-slave relationship.
He calls, I come and humbly
seek to serve his every whim.
To no avail; praise eludes,
his ill tempered growls
leave me shaken and forlorn.
A truly uncivil alliance.