Standing here alone, a vantage point
watching you approach ever closer
the sounds of confusion and fear
ringing in my soul
My stance proclaims my needed space
a time, for now, to heal
and let present entanglements
drift into the past
Use rather gossamer for your binding
for the threat of titanium bonds
sends me fleeing away
to a secure place
perhaps, not of love undying
but one unthreatening
and wishing for instead
gossamer bindings