He does not belong to me
But I belong to him.
I know; I fashioned the fetters myself,
Meticulously,
While cooly denying my handiwork
And claiming my new accoutrement was
Symbolic only of my inherent freedom
And indominable autonomy.
And now I hand the leash to him,
And he smiles,
And casts it aside.
And I sit,
Autonomous
Alone
Awaiting
His next breath,
My song of redemption.