Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

It's not to have you cower at my force
for which I beat you harshly, but to see
you bow respectfully to me with high
and holy admiration juxtaposed
to your unworthy state, as worthless of
my basest mean attention as of care.
You claim to love me; aren't you grateful I
have noticed you at all or grateful I
have touched you? I have touched you where
I've wanted you to feel me - I can't love
you if you pull away. Have you supposed
how greatly I have cherished you? You try
to set your power-hunger over me
and claim abuse, but you're its guilty source.

'power-hunger'...

this hardly seems fair, from just about any angle..

but then, when did the poet ever play fair?

abusers don't sing fair songs. but i agree, it's ugly. basest ugliness.

actually, 'power hunger' may not be that far off...

could be power splitting up in different directions... necessarily, in theory.