bondage

Loving you with hands bound
Stagnant with putrid dryness
A lipless mute unsavory staleness claiming my throne
I the jester masked with kingly garb
Dancing around my anguished mind
Tied with desire to a complicated lever and pulley soul
Slightly slovenly throwing knives to cut my bonds
Balancing on marbles I falter
Beckoning in my charming garb for reality
“Where shall I stand?”
To kiss or not to kiss, that is the reflection!
The stained, steamed, spidering glass of what is happening
I long for the love
I refrain
I pray for release
I remain