Subspace

Some men devote themselves to God,
Others to power, sex and wealth.
The world loves this but thinks men odd
Who give themselves to someone else.

Mistress, your slave thinks just of you,
All thoughts of self left far behind;
And egoless enters into
That space you’ve carved out in his mind

Priest, tyrant, miser, Romeo,
It seems are never satisfied;
Perhaps because they do not know
The peace that serving you provides.

Surrendering to you’s the key
To all your slave wishes to be.