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.
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