Rebound

Though I ask for ties
My bondage will be your suicide
Your fallacious sword
And its exquisite pain
Shall not marr me
The breast plate stands against your advance
None of that languid liquid language of love
Will allay the alert
In those blind eyes upon which you are fixated.

This bondage shall be your suicide, my love
As I hold you tight
Refusing to relinquish
Everything I have waited for
In these last years –
What I always knew
In those first.

And those same words
Which said they would not stand beside me
In these middle ages –
Those words which made me give you up
For this intervention of time scored –
Those words return …