Love Bound

LoveBound

Conceive, if you will
Of a fellow form
Of an essence so pure
With senses unborn.

Then, upon your soul
I ask you to paint
That image of me
From our first acquaint.

Powering to see
and to re-present
The object me
Unmasked penitent.

Preserving in your mind
That idea of me
Bent, bowing,
Begging, bound.

Giving it a place
a place above thought
As yours is in mine
As true pleasure truly sought.