I would liberate you with kisses
if you were chained with cold,
unpick the locks that bind you,
loose the secrets that you hold.
I would colour you with tenderness,
lift those vagueries of hue
be they five or fifty shades of grey
I’d melt those monotones for you.
And the golden chains I offer
will jewel you instead
bright and shiny with their comfort
replace the tears you’ve shed.
In the cell room that confines you
with the bars of constant pain:
come, let me liberate you
set you free again.