She only talks about being free, I deny the thought
She says she strong and independent. I'm sure there is a weight for that
Shes nothing but in a cage
Show me, she replies. I indulge her
With a kiss I brew her soul with my herbal heart enough to fill the air
Banished from her mind but let me read her body.
I can read between the dripping wet lines and the brown paper even though I've been blind sense birth.
The understanding that my hands speak a language that my mouth does not unsettle me.
My tongue turns into a Ouija board making her the one possessed by the notion that I carry out.
She is in chains.
