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topcat -> Meeting the Master (8/3/2004 5:58:05 PM)
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"Beware the fury of a patient man" --John Dryden
I dreamed you had the patience of a prayer:
You let me memorize your open hand
Before you closed a fist around my hair.
I read a warning written down somewhere:
"Beware the fury of a patient man."
I dreamed you had the patience of a prayer.
I'll swear to the truth if you'll take a dare,
Plead guilty if you'll force me to the stand,
And close a knowing fist around my hair.
Yours is the rhythm of a rocking chair:
Steady as an hourglass spilling sand.
I dreamed your patience would make saints despair.
I've yearned to cringe beneath your level stare.
My wish has been to be at your command-
To kiss the iron fist around my hair.
I've waited for years, searching everywhere,
But only you have made me understand:
Patience in a slave is itself a prayer,
And answered by your fist around my hair.
'Meeting the Master', frontspiece to the book of the same name, by Elissa Wald
[ISBN 0-8021-1596-9]
I own a first edition...
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