Serrated Enchantment

I will lick the tip of her finger if she promises to turn my darkest pages.

Bring to me that timid singer, let her read music from my body until she is courageous.

Forever my unwitting captive, a song bird paces up and down a series of gilded cages.

Her accommodations are attractive, they take the edge off when her conductor rages.

She comes to understand that it is not good to court the power of an older charm.

I am able to hold her close to me but with all the discomfort of a much colder arm.

She fills my halls with breathtaking notes while balancing on stilettos.

Grief has caused her to struggle with the more challenging falsettos.

She weeps day and night to be released from my cruel fascination.

Staying hurts, but departing gives her no joy in the math of my duel calculation.

There are persons that can not be loved but only entertained.

I am such a one, like an Olympic pool that is completely drained.

When I found out that you initially saw me as an opportunity, I was discretely pained.

I can enhance your talent, and mingle our suffering together.

My intention is past gallant, I will be your covering forever.

In time you will come to the conclusion it is good to be by my side.

When your waters are stagnant, I will be the moon of your high tide.

Behind the class casing the second to last rose pedal falls.

You are captured, no more chasing, you chose metal walls.

In all things you answered the call to be my voluntary prisoner.

I hear you before speech, unlike gestures of a contrary listener.

Close your eyes when I preach, behold you church and minister.