appreciating the dream

To thank the one who possesses
both whip and knowledge
of threshold for pain
only a smile was required

He churned his vision, obedience
like butter frozen cream
in a rusting blender, stuck on slow
that used to muffle the cries of a woman
who lived in a cage and prayed every day
for a merciful chance to die

Then one fateful morning
from a time much fairer than mine
he came from the woods
armoured in strength of body and mind

He carried me to his tower of will
with tender stroke and gift of time
he brushed my tangled, honey hair
and then taught me to fly