Collared
Cold silver encircles my throat
hard and unforgiving and engraved
the weight, a daily reminder
and the inscription telling me that
my value lies at zero, free for taking.
Property.
It rests now at the bottom of the sea.
Tightly woven cord encircles my throat
the colours of he and I and made
by his hand as a daily reminder
that my value has no figure high enough, cost beyond measure.
Gift.
I am folded into the scent of his embrace.
Copyright © Phe Needham | Year Posted 2016
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