A Gift

The Gift

He waits, pacing like a tiger, caged
hazel eyes locked upon the door
hair black as ebony, goatee kissed with gray
tonight she comes to him as never before

soft as a whisper, she enters the room
barefeet padding across the cold stone
simple white gown swaying as she walks
 to the One who waits, in the firelight, alone

golden curls spilling over the curve of her shoulders
eyes of blue downward cast, before him she kneels
palms turned up, delicate hands at her side
a final act of submission, her devotion revealed

her heart willingly captured, but her soul remains free
His way is not to break, to harm or supress
no broken wings for His angel,
knowing her gift is of love, like her loving caress

His fingers stroking the soft of her neck
calloused hands brushing an errant curl from her eyes
tilting her chin, His eyes searching her soul
this covenant they enter, herein their future lies

an engraved mohagony hinged box, He opens
His collar laying upon the black velvet
walking behind, moving her hair to one side
no leather for His, instead brushed steel encircling her neck

pushing the locking pin into place
the key, into the fire He throws
pulling her up, bringing her into His embrace
so proud of this gift, from the one that He chose

breath warm on her skin, as He utters the words
their hearts, as one, beating ever faster
"from this day forward you are Mine"
softly, she replies, " i am Yours, Master"