I take it out of my jewelry bag
often, to admire it,
not for what it is so much
as what it will be
when, sometime, but inevitably
I clasp it around your ankle
you willingly entering
my ownership

we dance around this
over and over
circling the maypole
strands intertwined
and eventually
there will be no more

and when I pull you to me
and you gasp
and I tell you
all I desire is your surrender
we both know this is where we will end up
with my hands fastening this bracelet
around you

so why continue to dance?
when we could have everything
we have each ever desired
within the skin of the other
my desire has become embodied
in your hair, your lips,
your hands and your breasts
sliding against me
legs interlocked

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