i am a mouse
#8 of Metamor Keep
I don't write poetry, but sometimes my characters feel compelled to.
i am a mouse
by Grey Wheeler
My lover, my master: I dare not escape
My giant, my keeper: I can not contest
The world forgotten: he is my landscape
Clutched to his chest, i happily rest
My lover is deep, i am shallow
My life ruled by his velvet glove
i am made smaller in his shadow
and i made larger by his love
My lover cares not of my forgotten shame
He is god, my will is his to command,
His love is my breathe, my heart, the same
and i am content, in the palm of his hand