Encapsulated

Rope burn lynched my neck-
how you drew me in.

Oh dear. Please don't fear, you'll win.
You've won?
Too right. Fair enough.

I'm easily spun.
I can't speak for them all, but for me indeed,
it was more than the cheek and the lies you feed.
Then again it was less than,

all that started. All that began.
Isn't it so very difficult to scream,
when encapsulated
is light terminology for what you mean?
I'd laugh in that face,

but dare I convey?
Less than the sparking of thought upon brow,
with means to an end,
can you hear me now?
Or was it that face that was blanched to your shirt?

The red stained white satin that barely hurt?
With the corruption
of teeth,
in arms skinned bare,

What's left for completion, that remains as fair?
Hillbilly-thoughts,
of trusting you in metal,
chains and buckles,

oiled to speckle.
Calypso could plead,
and beg.
Do beg honey.

As, I remember these games- back when they were funny.