Making Plans

He’s starting to make plans again; despite
The things packed in a case against her will,
He brooked no argument though it was night;
Her pride would not protest;

She’d wait until
He walked her to the jetty and he placed
Her in the care of a captain, he knew
Would use her kindly; if the girl had graced
His bed another night, dreams could come true;

Or would they burst asunder? If she thinks
This night is one she’d never want to pass,
She’d try to disembark; it’s then she blinks
To find the boat is encased in green glass;

As she wakes up, she sees the mantelpiece
And all the ornaments that decorate
The places where her fingers can’t release
Her from the plans he has to make her ache.