What is J.K.R.'s is J.K.R.'s. What is mine is mine. I lay no claim on that which is not mine.

Diana's Toy

I belong to her.

We both know it, though

I have, from time to time,

pretended I do not. She does

not permit such taking of

freedom, even if it is

only an illusion to ease

the harshness of my life.

She pulls me back and whispers,

I love you, I need you.

Why do you run?

At times she takes me

to hunt at her right hand.

My beautiful hunting hound,

she says

My elegant beloved,

come and run with me.

For I can make your life sheer joy.

And I ache.

It is an icy love she offers.

And yet,

some part of me is still

tempted by the promise.

Note: All opinions appreciated! Though there is no need to tell me it is strange. I already know that.