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...
Copyright © Amy Van De Casteele | Year Posted 2009
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