Submission is a form of dominance
some have said
I think its interchangeable

Orion's dogs Illuminate this play of interdependence
Two hounds sprint through space
constellating in a continuous pursuit of power

You'll know the paradox
if you've come in with this story of the stars
Its microscopic anemones blooming in your blood

Or maybe you were taught
that the great Overdog is compelled to seek
the underdog, although meek is never caught

Persephone, her yearning to yield
wielding the order of the morning after
she'd playfully said 'I want to be your dog'

Obeying his dominant disposition, he'd fled
A fox on fire, swiftly avoiding the unfamiliar feeling
of a particular kind of Motherly love
a love that he'd grieved at not having received
a love that tasted like dread

Adonis and his flowers
in a gorgeous garden wastefully fed
His tongue tightens
as his mind murmurs the words he recalls
from Aphrodite's lament
'She's Love, she loves, and yet she is not lov'd.'

Átē sits, blissfully blind
it is within her plight that the process peaks
a sharp lack of sight apertures so bright
that it blurs thoroughly
distorting that which we seek
with the clarity of its delusion