You think me a fool?
But are not all?
So why do you choose now to enlighten me?
Have you deemed necessary the twisted fingers of your rhetoric
To unbraid my hair?
To allow it the first taste of the wind's kisses?
Is this so you may feel the jagged edge of power
To be the first to view my countenance?
Oh, you do me no favor, good sir!
You are not my lord or liege
And I am not your mistress
You are no more than an unsalted dog yourself.
Too full of arrogant ignorance to realize
That I am the one that twisted and bound my hair
And I am the one who will release it from the cage
To soar freely again.
Not as a gift to you or any other
But because I long to do so for myself
You have been graced to stand in my breath
And now my travels lead me elsewhere
So you are welcome to stay until winter's chill
To ponder and too lately understand
That you love me
But I no longer will be here to listen.