Mistress of Erasure

I don't know which would be more disturbing

to be cloned

to be erased

or to be edited

God Willing

out of context

out of control

out of whim

or out of wonder

and what Pray Tell would my Mother say

on passing me or us or him or none of thee

Above

These are the demons with whom I sleep

knightly

intertwined

grasping

hand on my hip

tongue in my cheek

longing

not to be with her or within

but to become her

deeply within

Mistress of all

sensuous masters

who dare to embrace intimacy

lustful

beyond form or function

free from physical bondage

innocent of boundaries

joined only by selfless abandon

seamless curvature gently tempting

space and time

inviting surrender

caressing

begging

for continuity and completeness and finally

ever so gracefully ascending, reaching, breathless, quivering, descending

weightless

transcending

invisible

my precious Mistress

when I have fulfilled your every fantasy

and you mine

what shall we do next . . .

clone, edit or erase?