You may be weary
And confused
By the man in charge,
Until he’s not in charge
Any more,
Scolding you
Yet, so utterly
Attractive
Like the relief
Of a whip sting
After the whipping
Has ceased,
You finding him alluring
When he seems
Not to find you appealing
When he really does,
His comfort pressing up
Against you,
A first prize for having done
What he said you should,
This mentor who you
Never meant to mentor you,
Yet you can’t stop aching
For the whip sting
Because its sting
Begins to feel good,
A kiss of pain
That shows me may
Hate you,
Love you,
But certainly
Not indifferent to you.
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