i've always had
between the absence of boundaries
with those i love and the bubble i erect
i am a pet; i blossom under the right touch
and please let me know
when i've been a good girl,
and please put a hand
on my head and love me
touch my neck, trace the line of my shirt,
but do not
if i don't know you.
i am service-oriented;
i will go to the ends of the damn earth
if asked to by those who have earned the right
But you have to earn it.
Understand: i am not your toy
not your plaything on which to foist
your personal fantasy,
Not not not
anyone's for the taking
i answer only to those i deem worthy
and it's a slippery slope
between stranger and fuck off,
if you take the wrong tone with me
or try to apply rights or pet names
where they are not yet welcome.
i choose to whom i belong
or want to belong
i choose who i want touching me
and you do not have that right
unless i let you know you do.
i am a pet,
and you will find out
if you are not careful
just how fast
that door can slam.