294. You No Longer Need Chains
I am longing
for the curve
of my foot around your ankle
head draped over your shoulder,
I could swear you have eyes in your palms -
because your hands
I see them looking at me, sheet music
a hundred times memorized
like they have know me all along.
You taught me to pay homage
in streaks of red and cries of mercy
caught me with your vice grip but
you kept me with your heart.
Never mind restraints, I am reigned in with your loyalty
Good girl, bad girl, whatever it takes to earn your love.
This time, I will come quietly,
Neither with shackle nor with shame.
Anything you please, sir.
I am staying.
You longer need chains.