Thursday, April 22, 2010

Hindsight Perfection

he bought her time
with deep pockets and loose promises
flattery tied neatly with strings
that choked as she swallowed it down
clothed his naked subjugation
in pressed Egyptian cotton
and with ropes of diamonds
bound her tighter than iron shackles
purchasing her presence not her passion
her thoughts wandered free
to shallow pockets and wrinkled shirts
hung on clear blue-eyed vision
and laughter ringing only for her