For my Local Mistress

I am the millions and multitudes,
That bow down to you and worship you.
I am democracy, and humility, and pride,
For I have internalised the dominatrix,
But remain submissive in my arrogance and splendour.
Many women trample upon me,
With their hearts in their boots,
But you give me a handshake with a warm smile,
With your intermittent continuity,
And pert dancing eyes.
For like me, you are many,
Yet we remain as lowly creatures and divine beings,
Of individuality, solidarity, and uniqueness.
From star to star,
From glove to glove,
From filtering imagination to reaffirmation,
I charm the subtle and carefree ghost,
Of materialised and returned interconnection.