Bondage

Bondage

The rope wraps tighter and tighter
around your body, and I see in your eyes
that you are lost in the silence of nothingness

While your physical freedom is restricted
I feel how you spread your wings
to fly away from the here and now
knowing that I will guide you on this flight
and wait for you again
when you begin your descent

Fly, slave, fly to the highest heights
Let valleys rush past beneath you
Feel how the wind beneath your wings lifts you higher
And keep rising above the clouds
A silence arises in your mind
Unclouded by the day and night

And below, I wait to set you free
To return your body to you
With red welts but an enlightened soul

© Mrs Moriah
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