I Am But Her Puppet
Her gaze, like daggers of light
pierce my body, releasing life,
allowing her the sight
of my undying weakness.
It is she that pulls the strings
which make this man move
as if controlled, manipulated,
just like a marionette.
Yes, I am an inert piece of wood,
only given life when she looks
upon my being, accepting me,
allowing me, to forever be,
just me.
I dance for her and the smile
she emits is the very source
of my new found smile,
that will forever remain carved
into the once hard wood
of my face.
There’s a new force within
the cavity of my being.
It pounds as if wanting out
but perpetuates as the fuel
for my wanting even more.
I come alive this evening and
will forever remain grateful
and in debt to the angel
that brings me from the pile
to the light of incandescent life
that heats, but never burns.
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