Spilled Ink from the Vault

I’ve thanked you often, 
for the role you’re playing in my healing. 

Thank you for being a safe place
to explore desires.  Thank you
for fulfilling some of my wildest fantasies.
Thank you for reminding me
that constructive, honest conversation
is attainable. Thank you for 
the whiskey-soaked memories
and all of the words you’ve inspired,
dare I say some of my best writing to date. 

Thank you for being a fertile field 
for the seeds of my Dominance to shelter
as saplings. I hope you’ll take some credit
for the Queen I’ve become.

Thank you for showing me your red flags
with a gentle clarity. It was never
not going to hurt, but the splinter
needed removal, and I’ll walk away
with some pride in knowing I pulled it out myself.