Ties That Bind..

The chains that bind me are soft as silk, Gossamer to the touch, so thin you wouldn’t think they could hurt... They seem no more than mere bangles, Jewelled manacles adorning throat and wrists and ankles They don’t grate on my skin, barely fray the edges of my nerves Most of the time I don’t even realise they are there You must be so proud of yourself my love; You were the weaver of these restraints, The arbiter of this subtle asphyxiation You ensnared me with ropes of words, with sweet nothings And declarations of impassioned love, Spoken in the name of God, the Merciful, the Ever Watchful If only I possessed even a fragment of such omnipotence – I would not be here now, tangled in this soft silver stranglehold, In these necklaces and girdles and garters of a lover’s laws When was the moment where you stopped being gentle And became, instead, a gentle-eyed tyrant? I must have blinked and missed it, or been blinded by your beguiling smile Anyway it does not matter now, because here I am, Dying a slow perfumed death in your ghostly arms, Reduced to a bewildered puppet on the ends of your serrated steel strings The secrets of my being stuffed deep down inside of my soul, Where you cannot find them – where only God can see Because you seem to have lost sight of what I am baby And only God will be the one to show you the real, wild and untamed me The person I am supposed to be...