tethered
this is not all just sin.
it’s plain and simple complex.
it appears to be
a basic thirst and hunger
for control and power.
i conquer, i win.
but it’s not.
i assure you, vixen,
it’s not.
do you know
how many sleepless nights
i’ve spent dreaming of you?
you silently gaze across my thoughts
and i coast into you.
i wish we could just
fall asleep with our fingers touching.
last night amber was playing in the background
and your voice delighted over the telephone lines
you sound golden when we’re talking to late
and i’m just a little in trouble.
i am tethered to my fears.
and you’re a ferocious dog,
breaking through the chains.