Bondage
Lose your mind
and I'll unwind
the constricting twine
that confines
your wrist to your spine
and you're always mine
until we elegantly dine
on the golden bread and the crimson wine
for this pulls you across that sacred line
form martyrdom into the divine
but unless you lose your mind
your hands continue the suffering of their bind
Copyright © Kyle Carlson | Year Posted 2010
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