My Mistress's Hand

A small series of Haiku's I wrote for C.A.B.'s Turning Japanese Anime Madness Contest. They are, for those not too familiar with his work, from the perspective of the Little Slave Girl. She's a character which I've become increasingly fascinated by as of late, and wanted to tribute this work to her, humble as it may be.

Enjoy.

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My Mistress’s Hand


Palm

Rainbow haired beauties,

Life-sized bound tomes adorned with,

Rope calligraphy.



Wrist

Sadista smiles,

Her visage royal and cold,

As I humbly obey.



Thumb

Eager touches trace,

Virgin skin with practiced hands,

While mistress watches.



Index

Directions recall,

Memories of traveled roads,

Ghosts of yesteryear.



Middle

A barren, dead life,

Taking root like sakuras,

Blooming once again.



Ring

Bringing new warmth like,

A welcoming embrace or,

Freshly tattooed flesh.



Little

Midnight chimes then,

Like familiar laughter,

There’s no home but her.