Captive

As I offer my arms to you,
The metal clinks in yours
As you hold my chain.

Eyes like yours they drip
Of love; fastened these cuffs
And soon I; masterful and vain.

Yes I can be quenched
Only by the false fancy
That this chain I wear, a jewel

I yield to the scars of your soul
I submit my mind and body
To your utter blissful rule.

Your childly inquisitions on
Why I smile in this sure-footed
Play of my inevitable defeat.

What have I to lose? I have
Only me in this arsenal: I give you,
the light beneath this Armour of meat

I give you what was never mine,
May be fleetingly so once,
Why question this hence?

A reluctant acceptance
to a matter of fact: steal
the the answers from my silence.