"sonnet11"

sometimes at night i close my eyes
and dream of you and butterflies
your slave i am with all i be
i live our life on bended knee
my leash you hold in hand you bear
my limbs are bound to wooden chair
you hush the air from which i breathe
and bind me like a christmas wreath
my body still in its repose
as all my music you compose
my eyes of dark see only you
the room, the light has slipped from view
in serve the only sound i hear
are your commands upon my ear

`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
30jun05