Singular Frustration Poem by Holly Heron

A singular frustration
But a multitude of sins
My conscience is clear
It's a shame about my soul

There's dirt
There's blood
A bounty of scars
From the feel of the whip
On my back

A singular frustration
No Master at my heel
No arms to confine me
No love to sustain

There's need
Desire
Gentleness
Tucked inside my
Carnal flaws

A multitude of sins
Emotion in the dark
Love amongst the physical
Release without the spark