“Most ignorant people will state that dominance and submission references wife-beating or domestic violence, when that is simply not true.
Dominance refers to loyalty and confidence, attributes that a man genetically possesses, in a predominant manner. To a man, vulnerability is something very alien. That is, he is not willing to simply weep around anyone. If a man weeps for a woman, it is a show of trust, for her. However, as is common, vulnerability is very well-known for a woman, for only one possible reason. It is that life springs from her. When at rest, the infant in the womb, soon does the infant ‘spring’ from her. When we are held by mothers, soon after a period of labor, we ‘spring’ from her arms to continue that labor.
Life. It comes from a woman. This is factual, of course, so when we understand ‘life’, we understand what is vulnerable. The opening, such as what a vagina signifies for ‘what is vulnerable’. An opening. It is the opening that is much like the wound. Everything or anyone that is open is free to express, free to share emotions (related to life) in the most repeated manner.
And, to come back to dominance, it is here where we view that a woman is chosen by a man, for marriage, and to say for himself that he loves her, for all her wounds and imperfections. That, he will be gentle and kind to her, never abusive nor manipulative. Dominance really only reflects the desire by a man to care, with respect unto her, for the form that will not ever be viewed to be hideous. And, she will allow that by being ‘submissive’.
With all that has been written in mind, why do we refer ‘dominance & submission’ to the very opposite of what has been described? The opposite, that refers to the destruction of what is beautiful, rather than the care of what is beautiful. It is not what people sometimes believe.”
Tag: Submission
Poem – “A Tear Beneath Faded Shadow” – Romance – 8/23/2019
A woman comes unbroken,
For she is proud.
And she is lonely when hindered,
By the restraints from love.
She has a face corroded by shadows,
Beneath eyes and against her lashes.
I am cornered by sorrow,
And the kisses weighing heavily.The moon speaks a courting song,
Her beauty mimics my own defeat.
Her denial has been my retreat.
Her heart is my singular song,
One of pain, one of an aim,
To create harm upon my baleful tempest.
You shall listen,
For I have commanded it.Fall heavily into these arms,
That have carried the Earth’s woes,
I see a tear that dangles loosely,
From a shadow beneath your eyes.
You will desire no one, and nothing more,
But the face of God, who comes with wrath,
A burn, from a man in terrible torment,
And you will see dust.
Poem – “Possessed by a Woman” – 8/18/2019
As I weep,
Her power is still overcoming
Each shed drop.
I still love, with a breath that cannot still
Itself, with her fragrance,
Her own breath, a spice and a rose,
And a blush to her cheek,
That I cannot tell to be,
Embarrassment or pleasure.
Face in my palms,
And beauty has now possessed me.
I weep a newborn tear,
To let my feet catch its descent,
When I clear away my hands.
I no longer shield my eyes,
With the palms from a man
Who has done no good.
All I offer is words, and no truth.
Afraid and distant,
Cold, though amorous,
In the sight of her.
I believe I aim to speak,
About the love,
About the peace from tiny doves.
But, I am weak,
Stone-cold, and adjacent to truth,
It is within reach,
And I doubt too much to find it worth a touch.
I feel, and I seal, my heart closed.
As I would die to know my motive.
Poem – “Have We?” Romance
Have we expended our future,
Unto the stars?
Have we made ourselves saviors,
With mercy to our belonging?
I sit as a witness to your artful form
That shows shimmers upon a velvet torso.
You have made a God whimper before you.
He was me, the man to whom loves you.
I sit beside you at the elongated table,
And view your beauty in all colors.
You have eyes that show sparkles in blue,
And cheeks that have the deepest hues.
There are reds, in those cheeks,
There is a blue, in those eyes.
You have a face, that has been swollen from kisses,
I have made a mark, through the fame of you.
I am a father, to you, as my child.
So beautiful, with shades of black upon white,
You are desirous, though retain all urges,
To be upon the white, but remain in darkness.
Have we expended those stars,
That are above us in the clearest blue?
Will our kisses at once be shared,
So deep to reach the ocean’s bottom?
I had once made a child who knew to see,
The crystal, the caves, and the ebony.
Modern Romanticism 