For A While

i never belonged to you
and you never belonged to me
how odd it is to be the sculpture
of such decieving, to be the
seductress and not the prey

i have been reading between
the lines of scripture and inferring
my own meaning, i have been
tied up for too long rope knows my
wrists as intimate as lovers

i have learned the tricks of my
captors. i coo sweet everythings
at them when they close the door
anything to keep it candy in lieu
of memory. i gorge on stale wheat

and i think of that place between
my legs and look for lighthouses,
campfires: anything to keep me
warm for a spell. Anything to
seduct in the most present tense.