Bound hard

Naked in the cold wind blowing
Chained against your wooden pole
Spat upon by passers by
And still happy in your role

Used and misused, raped and beaten
Pain or pleasure, who can say
Tied and ready to be taken
Sinking deeper day by day

But it was you who held your hands out
To be beaten, roped and chained
It was you who chose the suffering
And the torture you ordained

When I finally release you
Body sinking to the ground
Trembling, shivering, softly crying
It is your heart that is forever bound


© WanderingSpirits 2001