You tie me down by my white flesh
and straddle me with your knees.
The red sun burns your freckles further into your skin
and teases your golden locks with its fury.
I find myself entranced like moths to light
to the soft intensity in your pupils radiating the energy of the moon.
Your Iris's blue as sapphires and topaz stones:
I, your fragile insect wing, diminish under your formidable stance
while you take me through the sound barriers of existence
and to lands of crystal prisms.
Swallow me inside your grasp where the heart of the red sun burns
keep me safe in your minds willows, away from the daunting earth.
For i am your prisoner by choice and you, my angel of the sky.
I will follow you into the pastures of unknown freedom until
the night becomes a velvet cloak of diamonds.
