She only talks about being free, I deny the thought
She runs 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 by her mind but let me read her body.
I can read between the wet lines and the brown paper even though I've been blind sense birth.
The understanding that my hands speak languages I cannot; unsettles me.
My nails are on the Ouija her body planked as the picture of life itself, making her the one possessed by the notion I carry out.
She is in chains.
