Strings Attached

Love is a many splintered thing...        
with strings attached, sewing us together        
Until heart-threads get wound into a noose        
tying us into bondage        
Face to face we become puppets of lust        
that never come together in a kiss        
While noses grow longer from one lie or another        
pushing us further and further apart        
When instead we could form bonds        
that wrap us in each others arms        
We must cut the intertwining chords        
dangling our hearts above a boiling pit of pain        
To set them free eternally        
drifting deeply into the wings of uplifting love        
Instead of forever falling into the fire        
of unfulfilled desire        
Releasing the baggage of the past        
that has held us down for far too long    
When two hearts finally learn to be free        
then ascend into the flames of ravenous passion