Leaves of bondage
Location
Steel ropes attached to my limbs
And twisted all ‘round me
forced stagnant
and Incommunicado by your hand
Nothing but a captive
But when I’m shown to others you stage a ploy
Gored by blades to make me stir
and waltz your foxtrot
Lashed to make me wail
The melody you so love to hear
But all is disguised
My wail is but sweet music
The bruises are not but freckles
Your foxtrot I perform so well
The lacerations are merely shaving slits
And your ropes that tie me up like shrimp
Others just see as a pile of leaves that I play in
Because as your child being your slave is just my ‘natural’ position