Like a shot, I’d accept that vassalage
that in days gone by could firmly knit
lover to mistress, perform sweet homage
on bended knee. To please, I’d submit
and be meek. No prob. I’d gladly do the chores,
follow your orders to the letter and show
the world – including me mates – that yours
is the word I must obey; bestow
it like a gift. I’d study ways of moving
you to look with firm yet kindly aspect
on the pain I’d suffer in my loving,
and not give a toss about self-respect.
We moderns think such bargains cannot be,
but desire would make a willing slave of me.