You will return to me.

For at the apex of your core
exists the  flagellant.

Go on,
go test the boundaries
of tolerance;
savor tenderness as if
it were a Summer's berry;
but Winter soon will come.
Where then will he be,
when you curl foetus like
at his feet and weep uncontrollably?

Return to me.

Return that we may worship
at the altar of bondage;
come let us suffocate each other
in near death orgies unknown
to his shrink's mindset.

Break free my tortured Apis,
from the trappings of fidelity,
and return, return,
return to me!