Chains

Even fettered as I am now,
the chains are not so bothersome.
They bind my wrists
like forever- diamond marriage bands,
drape my neck like a soothing hand,
for the iron is not cruel and silver- frozen.
These bonds,
brewed in the hellish depths
of Vulcan’s steaming cavern
embrace me with a blinding heat,
a warmth to spasm out that bubbling passion
and stir up my sealed and stagnant pools:
the glacial waters of my wanning merits.
The ties do not oppress- dear reader,
oh no- they bear me skyward
let me fly
a shinning ascension,
up- up- up

to those creaking gallows.