Friday, April 20, 2012


The gentle pain of his touch.
The caring touch of his pain.
The guidance that he provides into the darkest of places where we fly with wild abandon.

His breath leading and guiding.
His touch quiets my restless thrashing. “Shush now my whore.”
Connection through the implements of his discipline.

Each lash of the flogger or whip, each fall of the paddle or cane;
Sends us ever higher, ever deeper into the beautiful abyss.

Endorphins are flying
Adrenaline is pumping
Contact is made

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

The Call

What calls us on this journey?
What beckons us so that we cannot turn away?

It is the call of our souls, the call of the universe, the call of our gods
The pain calls us; either to give or receive, it calls us.

The enticement of pleasure, the allure of pain
We cannot escape it
We yearn to embrace it.
We yearn to be trapped in it’s snare

What happens when we are there?
We find something; a piece of life, a piece of nirvana, a piece of peace…for a space, for a moment.
We are not alone

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

Friday, April 13, 2012

The Enabler

It is the great enabler.
It enables us to feel safe and secure in our own little shell, never getting hurt, never letting us lose what we never have.

It keeps us from moving forward, reaching out, grasping what is offered.
It keeps us from living.
It keeps us safe from hurt and sorrow,
It keeps us from life, abundance, joy, and all the good things we might experience.

It robs us of making memories that will see us through the dark moments of our life.
It lies to us making us think we are strong.
It lets us believe we are in control.

It lies, it steals, it destroys.
It keeps us from hope, and love, and all the good things we need and crave.

Fear...the enabler.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

Bound Eagle

Love freely given but not returned
Cuts the heart from the once proud and courageous being

The heart of the eagle lies bloody and desolate on the ground
Without her heart her wings are clipped and she can no longer soar with the freedom of love

She went willingly to the hands of the hunter. Tasty morsels luring her in.
She had no way of knowing that a cage awaited her with hood and jesses to bind her.

She came willingly, gave freely. The tasty morsels barely keeping her hope alive.
Once captured she discovers her majesty and grace, her love would not be returned to her.

Now her wings are clipped and she is no longer the graceful proud creature the hunter wanted
She is hungry, half starved wanting only to be loved in return, her heart soaring free once more.

The hood has been removed. She sees her cage and the jesses binding her feet.
With her mighty beak she rends the jesses, working at her freedom

Her flight feathers will grow back, she will soar free once again
Her heart will heal. One more scar adds the weight of experience.

She continues to look for the hunter who understands her needs, willing to give back what she so freely gives.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

Thursday, April 12, 2012


Proud and lovely eagle, soaring through the sky in her majesty and grace.
Now caged, half starved, longing for what will not be given.

She grows lackluster, losing color and her radiant power;
Will she still be desired by her jailer when she is too weak to break her chains?

Will she have the courage to break the bars that bind her and soar once more?
She knows deep in her heart that without the sustenance she requires she will lose herself.

This mighty and free spirit is broken and hungry.
She needs healing and sustenance.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

Photo: Jerry Uelsmann