Bondage Sonnet

I do not know what holds you to me.
Ties of mere love seem somehow too thin.
Perhaps the slight of black on white skin.
Ropes which both tie us and set us free.
I only know the sight of thee
Arranged for me without pretense,
Invokes in me such feelings intense
That I must take you, passionately.
You surrender yourself so utterly.
What else could you give that means so much?
You yearn and ache for my trembling touch
Your body and heart given willingly.
But these are just symbols, these are just games.
Trust, Love, Desire are stronger than chains.