In Your Hands (a poem) by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2011 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License (by-nc-sa). In jurisdictions where the Creative Commons license is not recognized, United States copyright and Berne Convention provisions apply; all rights reserved to Rajah Dodger except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain attached. Abstract: Reflections on a spanking Remind me. What am I doing here? Fingers clench and release; Lungs expand and contract; And the hand comes down. Or the wood. Or the leather. I never know, can only anticipate. A flurry, too fast to breathe A measured cadence, unrelenting The one no less poignant than the other. Strike! Release. Strain! Breathe. Body taut, mind fragmented The least feathery touch a shock. How am I? What was our signal; Words fail - self fails. There is no self, no words Only action and reaction Time and space collapse My body Your instrument Until the music is ended. Floating, fragmented Sights and sounds incoherent Until You remind me. /END/