Bound

Is surrender always willing?
I cannot choose another way.
Barren pressure turning inward,
Spirals down to feet of clay.
So high above, I feel your scan
Seeking what I have to give...
Stark and cold, my jittered thoughts are
Asking, this time will I live?
You come.
It’s my emergency!
I want so badly to provide,
I want to serve you, give you all,
And yet,
I want to flee,
to hide...
I cannot move. I shrink before you
Knowing what you’ve come to take.
Knowing that I freely give it,
Knowing that it’s
no mistake.
Once again we’ve found each other.
Fear and hunger matched,
It’s right.
Your dark eyes gleam that ancient power,
Before the dawn must come the night...

- © Foxlette 2005