The Pandora Box

I am your channel;
your muse to transcend the years
that brand me.

This bondage
is metaphorical bliss
because being wrapped
around you
is the completion of
the Pandora Box.

[I am the toymaker.]

Coiled in wine-stained
lace,
i slip deeper
into you
and you don't even
realize that I am
dancing like a dervish
through the walls of your mind.

[The mind-fuck is best when only one person plays.]

I am transcending
learning that pain is only
in the mind
and since I am not within my own,
I do not feel it.

But you do.
You feel like I did.
And now, you weep
because you finally taste
all that I've held for so long.

[Force me down because control starts and ends here.]

And all this time,
you wanted to know who I was.