Puzzles: a box played in ❤️

A box played with love, contains harmonies locked inside her who rules

I always thought they wanted a box for us queers, to bring out what?

My uncle loves to think outside the box, I think he’s made a box himself

Out of my artistry, shifted from one box to the next, never fitting in

This box I made for myself, wherein was being, is lost to phantasy

Box not there, inward and out, turned upside down, on its head, becomes

Morrigans accordian, phantasm for shuffling, cutting, for creating her-me

Box of s and m, but I don’t know wherein I’m sitting, yet card throwing

Box of elements, at cards, yin yang that flows Everything, symmetry

Tied to my dreams, even, wherein, harmony flows as life becomes

A way for phantasm to get in morrigan reshape my being, now bending

The Everything to her own desire, my submission no point arguing

Wyrd card she holds, happy sitting, I’m not I keep over throwing

Symmetry flows thru everything in life, I be submissive, love’s halve

Synchronised, my domme morrigans Will, now, I too, her game

As she plays my phantasy, discipline, & me, locked in, her harmony