Entwined...

I am an obsessive, possessive compulsive Besotted by your flawed brand of perfection, My love for you is a grasping fist - Crushing you, slowly suffocating, Squeezing the breath - and the resistance – from your lungs, from your soul… Constriction breeds subtle friction, You flail now and then like a landed fish, But you can’t escape me darling… You can’t get away because you don’t want to, Your willpower has corroded, has eroded to dust I am your heroin, killing you softly as the old song goes, Caressing your heart into fatal submission… Oh I don’t deny, sometimes the drug wears off, And you have a bad trip - Sometimes my whip lash fails to strike… And your dormant defiance rises with bullish temerity… Sometimes I nearly lose my hold, and the fist weakens, flaccidly… Then I have to rein you in and force a harsher bit between your gritted teeth Ha ha, oh yes, it can be a cat and mouse game, this romance, A tenuous balance of shifting powers, Like tectonic plates, seething beneath the surface… The scales tip seductively in your favor, then in mine - Sometimes your fingers slip round my throat, The manacles of my love asphyxiating… Sometimes I lead you by the ring in your nose, my bovine beauty – Sometimes it all becomes too much, like black waters rising, Closing over my humble head, And I start to choke…to drown… But in the end, my fingers are locked round your heart, And if I go down – baby, so do you