#proem

You may bind me with rope. In an exhibition like no other. A piece that reflects on the desired vulnerability in love. With the use of knots that would impress a scout. An art that lays one at the mercy of another.

You may push me against the wall. Make your hands my necklace. Leaving my breath scarce. The sound would strike fear into the muggles. The shrieking of an unoiled door fills the room as you leave me breathless. For I am yours to play.

You may manipulate my eyes. Force them upon an object I've never read before. Feeling every strike of my actions. Only for it to stop after I've finished my assignment. A lesson learned and hard to forget. As the bruises stalk me for another fortnight.

You may break me. My ego. The delusion. The lies I once told myself are no longer relevant. I am not in control. I am below. Take me to an all-time high. Float me there with your tender words and their demanding demeanor.

You may lay me high but don't leave me there. Scale the mountain with me, though also descend it with me. This is our heaven, no one can cross this tensioned line between us. Drop me from high but catch me too.